The hall was gradually covered with corpses.

Naturally, it is all right.

Some of the weaker clones are still happy to take part in this historic battle. But at best, it's cannon fodder.

The spectrum minimizes the loss and keeps reciprocating, even so, it is still difficult to avoid casualties under the onslaught of Wan Yi.

There is no second time gap that can accommodate them, and at this time, they are temporarily lifted by the power of the etheric sea, the shadow of the past.

The personality of the spectrum is gradually dying out, and Wan Yi's doppelganger is endless.

Sacrifice is just a number for Wan Yi, and even this number can be casually written with several plus signs when he goes to that station.

The spectrum reappeared, and at this time she had also gone through the battlefield of Wan Yi, and was seriously injured, and her original unauthorized hand was cut off at some point, and her whole body was stained with blood.

The action is slow, and the speed is much less than it was at the beginning.

The bullet slid through her hundreds of bones, and was then pierced through her chest by Wan Yi's black knife.

Lifting her up, the blood dripping down Wan Yi's tireless face, red mixed with the black of tears.

"How many are these?"

"I don't know, who has the heart to count?"

"Damn it, hahahaha."

"Is this the best fight we've ever fought so far?"

"It's okay, it feels like it's been delayed for too long, and I prefer a bloodstained battle."

"That's it, it's okay, it's all good, hehehe."

Wan Yi shook the knife, and the spectrum flew out and fell to the ground, his eyes dim.

Then, Shi Pu supported her body, she was not a coward who had been hiding behind her personality, and she had appeared several times in battle, using that time ability to create opportunities.

However, it did not control the situation of the battle, and the fictional time could not dominate Wan Yi.

She was also seriously injured at this time, and her face was covered in blood.

In fact, what they splashed more should be Wan Yi's blood.

"Why...... Why? Shi Pu was prostrate on the ground, and his delicate face was only blank at this time.

"Are there any other personifications?" Miss Everyone. Wan Yi's voice came slowly with the sound of footsteps.

More than one footstep.

A group of doppelgangers surrounded him and came to Shipu.

Shi Pu looked up ignorantly and looked at Wan Yi.

Countless Wan Yi, a large number of Wan Yi, a thousand strange Wan Yi.

She's all alone, and Wan is still there, so many......

There was silence for a long, long time.

The confusion in her eyes gradually became covered by reason, and vaguely, she seemed to finally remember something.

"Well, I should be dead."

Wan Yimen stopped.

"The present me is just a shadow of the past that has been reactivated by the Aether Sea...... I'm dead and haven't done anything. It was all my fault that I failed to save the world, but instead pushed the world into the abyss, sacrificing so much and achieving nothing. Everyone, they all died in vain......"

"Shipu ......," Wan also called her.

"Are you, me?"

Before Wan Yi could answer, she immediately shook her head: "I'm sorry, you're not me...... You are not my shadow either, you are just the existence of inheriting what I left behind, and then stepping out of the new path. The pen that writes the script is already in your hands. You are far better than me, more successful than me. ”

Wan Yi wanted to deny it again, but after thinking about it, he still didn't say anything at this time.

Shi Pu was silent for a moment, then asked softly, "I know it's rude, but can you tell me?" Are they okay in the real time you've been through? ”

"Not good." Wan Yi replied directly, "The people who are left here are running out of time, and there is a super bomb that is about to explode outside, 'Hongji' you know." There are a few lucky personalities who have been split by you and gone to the outside, only the heart spectrum is doing well. The others have forgotten themselves. But forgetting the pain is not necessarily good, they are tracing their past, trying to make themselves whole, and they have followed me here. ”

Listening carefully to Wan Yi's words, Shi Pu unconsciously burst into tears.

It is a crystal clear teardrop, not mixed with any color.

"Do you know chromatography?" Seeing this, Wan Ye half-squatted down in front of her, approached and asked softly.

"......" Shi Pu was puzzled for a moment, and then suddenly said: "The ideal me." ”

Wan is also puzzled.

Is chromatography the ideal self of the time spectrum?

"There is no attachment, no ambition, only live for yourself, and live as much as you like with great strength. Extreme time can warp the boundaries of progress. Chromatography ...... In my last moments, I was the last personification that I had differentiated. I didn't grow up because of the decay of power, but I hope she can live her own color and don't come to me...... No. ”

Shi Pu seems to be talking to Wan Yi, but it is better to say that he is telling it to himself.

Then, Shi Pu suddenly reached out, grabbed Wan Yi's sleeve, and looked up at Wan Yi with a sob.

"They're all good boys, it's all my fault! Please, save them......"

At this time, she is like a mother whose time is numbered, pinning her hopes on Wan Yi.

"I'm already saved, but they're not necessarily going to accept it." Wan also replied.

Hearing this, Shi Pu showed a reluctant smile.

"Yes, how can mistakes be so easy to make up, losers, always losers."

Time began to flow again, and the power from the Aether Sea in the Spectrum had already begun to decay, and it was gradually unable to support the existence of this Spectrum.

She slumped to the ground, her eyes closing.

"Writer, please write the world you want......"

The voice fell.

Boom!

The bell rings.

Wan Yi no longer had a time score left in front of him, but a white quill pen.

Somewhat surprised, he picked up the pen and weighed it gently.

It feels very similar to the one in the theater.

After the complete demise of Shipu, there was also something left to Wan Yi.

During the time that Wan Yi was thinking, the clones who supported him had long since ended.

At this time, Brother Green Devil reminded: "Ontology, time is running out, 'Hongji' is about to explode." ”

Wan Yi glanced back at the devastated island outside: "Well, I know. ”

Over there, a doppelganger of Wan Yi is still dragging the "macro pole" with the real spectrum at this time.

……

Wan Yi knocked the "Hongji" out again, and suddenly turned around and pulled the spectrum that was about to rush up.

Spectrum looked at Wan Yi: "What's wrong?" ”

I was a little hid before, but when I saw the face of Spectrum at this time, Wan Yi suddenly wanted to punch Spectrum in the face.

But fortunately, he held back: "Withdraw, and the chromatography comes out, I have something to say." ”

"If the chromatography comes out, then who is responsible for the transportation?" Spectrum said stunned.

She was probably used to PUA, and she actually began to think that if she was not there, Wan Yi would have no means of transportation. Ling Wan was also moved, and he should have started to tap when he hit the red-eye spectrum before.

"You forgot how I caught up with you when we first met?" But Wan Yi still gave her a white eye that suspected that her brain was not very good, and then blew the whistle.

The emperor pony reappeared, and the spectrum suddenly nodded.

However, when she wanted to get closer, she was pouted by the hooves of Regulus XIV.

"Humph!" It hasn't forgotten that this guy burned down the stables before the race, and ended up making it lame for a while!

Wan Yi calmed the mood of the emperor pony, and the spectrum also quickly slipped away from the heart, and the color spectrum appeared.

Although there was still hesitation in his eyes, the emperor still didn't bother anymore and allowed the chromatography to ride up.

Wan Yi rode his horse and galloped, sprinting in a straight line alone, today's Xuanyuan 14 is even good at the spectrum, it is simply a black light.

And Chromatography glanced at the scene around him that was pulled to the back, then lowered his head and said, "What do you want to tell me?" ”

"You're not a chronograph, you're just a differentiated personality."

Wan Yi's sudden words made Chromatography stunned.

(End of chapter)