A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, the upper world.

A serious meeting is drawing to a close, where all the powerful beings of the upper world are gathered to discuss a common topic.

Memories of the past kept flashing back.

This is unprecedented in the upper world, but the memories he left at that time were fragmentary, and he was not qualified to sit with others to discuss it in his capacity, and the ultimate purpose of this meeting that affected the entire upper world was to solve the devil who was like a cancer that endangered the entire upper world.

In fact, the main discussion at that meeting was not about the devil himself, but about the kind of people who had been with him and gone astray.

"Life" is an indispensable existence for both the church and the upper world, and there is a lot of disagreement among the people who participate in the conference about how to deal with it.

As for the devil himself.

No one can resist the wrath of the entire upper world.

In the past, their forbearance was limited only by prophecy, but now, prophecy has exposed the true face of the devil and will no longer provide him with refuge.

The figure who had been outside the conference room door clenched his fists.

According to the final result of the discussion, "life" is too affected to be affected by it, even if they do not erase the imprint of its existence as they did with the devil, but they must control her, and it was also mentioned in the meeting that "life" has an extremely precious energy, they can put her consciousness to sleep, and then use her power as a battery to power the upper world and the operation of the church.

And this precious energy source deserves to be in the hands of someone you can trust - that is, the speaker who organized this meeting and fought for the future of the upper world.

They also learned the concept of the Speaker from humans, and they agreed that the upper world today needs a leader who can bring everyone together to get through this unprecedented crisis.

And those pawns who are not qualified to enter the venue and can only stay outside and wait for the results are destined not to be taken seriously.

Therefore, no one noticed that after the meeting, the newcomer, who had just completed the promotion ceremony, disappeared and headed straight for the garden.

He vividly remembered that it was late at night.

Being in the upper world, being able to look up at the same starry sky was the only place he was familiar with and missed at that time.

He can still recall the nervousness he felt at that time.

Even though he had already abandoned his body during the promotion ceremony, he still felt the feeling of trembling in every part of his body.

Tipping the news at this critical point in time is tantamount to making enemies of the entire upper world, and if those big people know about this, I am afraid that a small character as insignificant as him will easily be recognized as the devil's companion and treated equally.

He has very few believers in the church, and his ungrown strength is far from being irreplaceable.

And in such a situation, imposing capital punishment on a small character like him can undoubtedly play a role in killing chickens and monkeys.

"Oh, it's you."

The voice had been in his nightmares countless times, and he had lost count of the number of times he had run under the stars, which would always lead him to the same place.

The woman at the end of the garden would raise her eyes to look at him every time, and beside the woman were the blooming vegetation full of life, bathed in exuberant vitality, always blooming in the most perfect form.

Just being in this garden will make you feel healed.

"What's the matter?"

The woman asked in a calm tone.

Every now and then, he would open his mouth and try to say something.

After all, he told the other party about the other people's plans, but in his opinion, this was not a betrayal, but he believed that there was still room for maneuver, as long as he immediately drew a line with the devil and joined the ranks of the crusade against the devil, the decision made by the speaker could be changed.

After all, the importance of "life" to the upper world is self-evident.

It was hard for him to describe the emotions that stirred in his heart, as if he was repaying the guide, but it seemed to be mixed with something else.

But every now and then, another discordant voice appears.

"He has some truth in what he said, it's not too late to turn back now, I'm not usually very good at fighting, what if I don't win by then?"

In the depths of the lush vegetation, there is also a being lying on the soft petals, with both hands on the back of the head, comfortably crossing Erlang's legs.

His brain paused for ten seconds when he heard the devil's whisper, he didn't know that the other person was here, and he heard with his own ears what the others were about to do.

But there was no fear on the devil's face, and his voice was as steady as ever, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

The tone at that time was the same as ......

It's exactly the same as it is now!

The figure floating in front of the Flower of Flesh became distorted, and the expanding psionic energy distorted the space, and the sheer psionic strength was enough to cause the space to change.

"That's how you bewitched her, right?"

Although his face was still blurry, and no one could recognize his past appearance from his distorted face, Song Lan knew that the other party's eyes looking at him at this moment must be so angry that he was about to erupt into flames, and his anger might even be so angry that even the founder of military science and technology who was so angry that he was admitted to the ICU would bow down.

But it was this anger that reminded him of something.

"I remember."

This time, Song Lan's tone changed, no longer out of polite reading, but mixed with some true feelings, "It's you, it was really thanks to you when I was in the garden at that time, risking my life to bring the news that they wanted to deal with me." ”

Although the information provided by the other party did not have any real effect, he must still be sincerely grateful for this spirit.

After all, in the current indifference of people's hearts, there are fewer and fewer chivalrous acts that are willing to take risks for a stranger.

Song Lan vaguely remembered that in order to keep this newcomer who had just arrived in the upper world from being affected, she privately opened a channel connecting the two worlds for the other party, and asked the latter to go to the "Nether" to avoid the limelight for the time being.

However, judging from the later situation, this newcomer was quite competitive, not only did he not trouble the old man, but also established his own power in the first district, the center of the coalition government's power.

"You dare to talk about it!"

The response from above was almost a roar, and the only path to the Flower of Flesh was broken into knots under the destruction of psionic energy, "It is because of your conceit that she has lost her strength and memory, and she is no longer qualified as a 'god'!" ”

"I think you must have misunderstood something, she is not an appendage of anyone, and her position has always been determined by herself."

Song Lan said.

The devil is an almighty back-handed character, and he has long been accustomed to the ubiquitous life of the little sunspot, but there are some things that he still needs to clarify, "How much do you know about the prophecies of the upper world?" ”

"It has nothing to do with prophecy, much less ...... in prophecy"

"In the prophecy, the Church will win this war, and the belief in machines will die, after which the upper world will have absolute dominion over everything in the 'lower realm'."

In another timeline, the council or corporation becomes a vassal of the Church, and all decisions of the Church become absolute and unquestionable, like oracles.

Perhaps even the concept of corporation will disappear at that time, and people in that timeline will abandon modern scientific devices such as prosthetics and open up a completely different path based on the spark of psionic energy.

"Well, does that sound familiar?"

Song Lan glanced at Zero.

The New Era also paints a beautiful picture for all.

Families and corporations that continue to oppress the world will be sanctioned, and the establishment of links of thought will be the first real meaning of making decisions driven by the "collective consciousness".

"Then at that time, the prophecy will be laid, or the being who dominates the 'collective consciousness' will naturally ascend to the throne as the new gods, and all that your predecessors have done is to prevent the new gods from coming."

If you have to count it, Song Lan feels that she is the real unlucky ghost.

inexplicably, he was named the "Holy Son", and then he was saddled with a black cauldron.

This may only be due to the fact that he and the "new god" are born at odds.

Although they were currently in a hostile position, Song Lan still decided to explain the situation clearly before the battle, especially since there was another unlucky ghost standing next to them, who was making a wedding dress for an existence he didn't know about with all his passion.

Song Lan stared at Zero, "You should have realized that even if the 'collective consciousness' decides that you and the 'barren bones' will come here to die, you will not be able to disobey the decision made by the 'collective consciousness'. ”

"That's because ......"

"Because you think it is a noble thing to sacrifice for the right path."

Song Lan interrupted Zero, "It is a better strategy to rule than to wave a leather whip behind you and tie your hands and feet with shackles, so that you think from the bottom of your heart that you are on the right path." ”

At that time, the other inhabitants of the upper world also had the same thoughts, firmly believing that they were walking on the right path, believing that everything they did was to create a more brilliant psionic civilization.

It is precisely because of this that Lu Xiang described the other party as an invisible ruler.

Of course, Song Lan didn't intend to let the people present accept his explanation from the beginning.

For him, it was a different scene, but it was familiar.

When he rushed to the feast, he also thought very seriously about how to sit down calmly and explain their findings to those who had been falsely accusing him of being a devil.

"Nonsense!"

And his fellow countryman gave the same answer as those people at that time.

The jet-black pillars of light overwhelmingly pressed to the ground, and the rage seemed to have made him lose his mind, intending to destroy it along with the flesh flower and the Zero and "barren bones".

The ground beneath his feet was destroyed in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the space was torn apart, and a figure accompanied by a pillar of light appeared in front of him.

The attack that seemed to shatter the entire space went straight through his body, and the wriggling tentacles in the abyss increased the frequency of their movements, and they kept extending upward, as if in their eyes, the energy from above was the best sacrifice.

"Even when you know the truth, you still don't waver."

Song Lan stepped on the only remaining floating ruins and touched his chin, the action of the figure was confirming his other conjecture step by step.

His gaze glanced at Zero and Wild Bone, and their bodies were pushed together by psionic energy in the air, and they flew towards the path they had come from at a faster speed.

"If you were a staunch believer in New Gods, you would never have been there that night."

Once again, he dodged the figure's unskillful rampage and muttered to himself with interest, "So there must be something else that makes you angry at me to the point where you have to kill me." ”

The reason why they appear here is also the result of more than 20 years of hard work by the shadows.

As a survivor of the upper world, the other party is one of the few people who knows the buried history, so the other party must also know the final direction of that war.

- Ends with the victory of the devil and the destruction of the upper world.

Thinking about it from another perspective, if he knew that the enemy was such a terrifying existence, he probably wouldn't have the idea of fighting the other party at all.

Sleeping in difficulty, this is Song Lan's life creed.

In other words, what supports the figure all the way here is something that borders on obsession.

And when the figure just mentioned Lu Xiang's recent situation, and talked about the latter's loss of strength and memory, as well as his qualifications as a "god", that anger reached its peak, so that he could no longer hear any explanation from him.

"I see."

Song Lan suddenly realized, he looked down at the figure that turned into a black streamer, and seemed to have completely put life and death out of the way.

He knew that no matter what he said after that, he would get the same answer of "nonsense".

If we were to use a word game to describe the situation, it would be that there is no single option that can avoid a fight and reach a reconciled ending.

And the next moment, the streamer appeared in front of him again, this is a way of fighting that completely abandons ability and strategy.

"You...... Could it be that he has always had a crush on Lao Lu, right? ”

The figure didn't answer, he answered with practical actions.

Underneath the face that had become distorted by its speed, Song Lan seemed to see a face that was so angry that it was hideous.

Time stopped at this moment.

"Bang ——!"

The muffled sound that followed echoed in this underground space for a long time, and the figure who desperately wanted to touch Song Lan finally made contact with it.

Then, it flew out at an even faster speed, crashing into the tentacle bush of fangs and claws.

"I don't have anything to clarify about this alone."

Song Lan looked down at the abyss and the twisted figure that disappeared into the tentacles, and slowly withdrew her outstretched right fist, "We are in free love." ”

The small theater of its three hundred and fifty-seven:

Wednesday of a certain year, a certain month, early in the morning

On the third day after the two lived in the Iris Foundation, an unexpected situation finally happened.

The food festival is imminent, and the expert judges of Mayonnaise have also arrived in the second district, according to the custom, the iris consortium will hold a grand dinner in the castle first, and Song Lan and Lu Xiang, as one of the judges of this time, were naturally invited.

"The Iris Foundation is a family that follows tradition, and every year there is a dance session at the banquet."

Lu Xiang shared the information he had collected with Song Lan.

Compared with Song Lan, who was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, she looked forward to it.

"Dance?"

"Before the Third War, the dance of the court nobility was the kind with the violin and the gown."

As she spoke, she interlocked her fingers with Song Lan, and put her other hand around his waist, "Oh, that's how it feels." ”

"I won't do this."

"No, I can teach you, but the three chapters of the Offer Act come first."

"Huh?"

"I teach you that you have to study seriously, it is easy for a layman to step on the feet of his dance partner when he dances court dances, and every time you step on me, I will write it down."

"Lao Lu, holding grudges is a bad habit."

"How can I hold a grudge?"

Lu Xiang chuckled, "You also said that one person does things and one person is responsible, whoever tramples on me will be responsible for coaxing me over." ”