With the addition of calamity, Wan Yi sometimes feels as if he has become different.

A Calamity Fragment doesn't just mean that you have a special ability.

This feeling became very evident after a long time of going into battle in person and activating the realm.

Is it a personal and symbolic deviation?

No, although he didn't understand these subtle things, he was sure that he had never changed because of them.

If you want to describe it accurately, it is probably the scope of "Wan Yi" that has been expanded by these new qualitative changes.

"Compatible" and "confluence" are only part of the symbols of "smart machines" and "bloodstained", but after giving Wan Yi, it is equivalent to giving this symbol to Wan Yi as an expansion.

For them, as a symbol of ordinary components, it opens a new path in the hands of Wan Yi.

The spiritual network formed by Wan Yi can crush almost all the different spirits, and the will is constantly extended, and it can merge external objects.

"Compatibility", to some extent, extends his mental aggression to the material plane, eroding the entity.

"Confluence" is the interception of energy. What exactly are the different energies of the broken world, but they are connected to matter and spirit, but these connections can be intercepted by all of them.

Even if these are in their hands, the various powers that are rarely used by Wan Yi's body are not tired of it, so that these symbols are highlighted from time to time.

But until Wan Yi himself is fully revealed, it will be difficult to be completely transparent.

In this battle, he faced an opponent who should not have been able to defeat easily.

Wan Yi thinks it's worth a try.

Or rather, I can't wait.

The truth is exactly what he thinks.

Smooth operation, comprehensive pressing, very easy.

……

Wan Yi fell to the ground, the blood-colored undead in the sky were already difficult to support, and the endless stream of Wan Yi resentful souls had the absolute upper hand, and this kind of thing didn't even need to be suspected.

Even if he doesn't have that kind of thought, he does seem to have become something that is difficult to ignore in this world.

The endless doppelgangers are inherently terrifying, and the expansion of the power and symbolism of the calamity is brought about by the theater.

What the hell does that place want?

Thinking about it, Wan Yi turned his head, and the red phantom of the "battle" knelt on one knee, the phantom was full of cracks, and debris continued to fall, scattering and disintegrating with the wind.

It doesn't need gas exchange, but perhaps it's a human habit, and it still makes a violent gasping motion.

"Are you here to take away my symbol?" After a long breath, "Fight" asked in a deep voice. It also seemed to feel something in the battle just now.

"Not that interest." Wan also answered truthfully.

From beginning to end, for "Wisdom Machine" and "Bloodstained", it was only out of some emotion that he gave him a little memorial before leaving, and he himself only felt that it was best to be able to see these strange things away.

Unconsciously swelled to a terrible point, not his own intention.

Speaking of which, so are my doppelgangers.

What started out as a constant sending myself out just for the sake of security and curiosity unknowingly became the scale it is now.

Although it feels a little wonderful, it is not happy to say that it is open......

Wan also felt the synchronous feedback, and the constant pain caused by this big battle could not hide the joy brought by a carnival.

With this kind of real emotion, he at least understands that he is still "Wan Yi" and not some other "shadow of the self".

"That's right." His feelings, Miss "Fight", who has a deeper feeling in the emotion, can be more deeply experienced.

"It's enviable, you can satisfy yourself, and what you are surrounded by is always 'real', no matter how much 'false', it is not as good as 'real'."

"That's not it." Wan Yi shook his head slightly, "If there is no one else but yourself, it will still become very boring." ”

"Fight" chuckled and staggered to his feet: "Yes, only if the 'false' still exists, the 'truth' will be precious." ”

Wan Yi felt as if it was going to be wrong, but it didn't matter, a dying consciousness, he didn't bother to introduce himself to the other party in detail.

Anyway, why do all the disasters I have seen so far look inexplicably admired and envious of themselves before they died.

The earliest "smart machine" was quite friendly, and the perverted idiot in the back was "bloodstained", the fake leader "memories", and the "battle" in front of him who was beaten and suddenly surrendered.

Oh, it's better to be the "only" gentleman who is still dedicated to himself, and he just cares about himself and doesn't pay attention to the meaning of Wan Yi's little minion.

What?

And the "many mes"? Who is it?

"Should you still breathe a sigh of relief for a traditional and elaborate final call?" Wan also suggested that it was now in tatters.

"No, huh, do you want to humiliate me at the last minute?" But Miss "Fight" doesn't seem to appreciate it that much.

It stared at Wan Yi as if to remember his appearance: "I didn't accelerate the war entirely because of your connections. ”

"Huh?"

"Don't you feel the signal from the Land of the Roots, which is also a calamity?"

"What's that? There is no feeling at all. ”

The expression of "fighting" seemed to be a little speechless, but it didn't matter if it couldn't be seen clearly anyway.

"Well, it seems that you are indeed a very individual being, and there are unique peculiarities like your own personality."

"What is the signal from the Roots Land?" Wan Yi ignored the praise, and only hoped that the other party could explain the information clearly before he died.

"The aether is restless, waiting for the moment when a complete burst of fire will drown the world in a sea of red, and chaos will come." "Fight," he said slowly.

Wan Yi nodded slightly.

It seems that Resardine's action has officially begun, and now he wants to speed up the recovery of the rebirth calamity, so what about the next step?

"When I was born again, a voice said to me, or to us." "Fighting" looked at Wan Yi and said slowly: "'All calamities are the darlings of the broken world, the final calamity is the gospel of the broken world, and the last blessing will choose the future world, may you all get the perfect ending of your own story'." ”

Wan Yi listened, full of question marks.

"It does seem to be a very puzzling word." Seeing his puzzlement, "Fight" felt a little like he had pulled back a city, and said with a smile: "After all, the truth is completely opposite to what he said." ”

Wan also did not speak.

After "Fighting" laughed, he looked at Wan Yi again: "However, whether that voice is mocking or deceiving, after seeing you, I feel that there seems to be a little bit of truth." ”

Where did you come from?

Wan Yi wanted to blurt it out, but he felt that it was too bad to say it directly.

It seemed that he saw Wan Yi's confusion, and the "fight" completely relaxed, and said: "Very good, let's continue like this, and bring your truth to this hypocritical world......"

Hmmm-

The red dust was sprinkled, and the performance of "Battle" came to an end.

Wan Yi stepped forward and reached out to take out something from the reddish dust.

What appears to be a badge with a twisted rotten heart engraved around it, entwined with sharp thorns.

"It's a gold coin again." Wan Yi shrugged and put things away.

Then look back at the empty island.

At this time, no building with more than three floors could still stand, and in the previous Heaven and Earth Revenant War, all buildings of all sizes were completely destroyed.

All that remains of the empty island is a flat area and vast ruins.

Above the ruins, the pitch-black tombstones towered into the sky, and at their roots, dense small tombstones spread out to the outside world, all over the empty island. It's as if the rhizome of a large tree is taking root and stretching on this island.

The clouds gradually dissipated, and the false golden sunlight fell on the tombstones and the ruins of gunsmoke.

Harmonious, yet cold.

(End of chapter)