The Boundary Tree had finally come to his end, and after a thousand years of waiting, he was again in the hands of that man. There was a wonderful sense of coordination between the twists, and the whole dark yellow cane was held by a plain white hand. Engraved on it was a line of small letters, "Be your own king", which was the promise he had made to himself.

I don't care how many territories I rule, I don't care how many people submit. As long as you take a good grasp of your heart, it is enough. The boy not only asked himself, has he done it now?

Most of the elves in the trees were thrown to pieces. There were also a few elven mages who looked at the half-elf boy on the ground, and there was a large hole beside him, which was the result of the tree being uprooted.

The half-elf boy looked at them and walked towards the outside of the forest. A black lich awaits him. The fire of the soul in the lich's eyes kept pulsing, as if with an incredible surprise. Tentatively asked, "Quincy?"

The boy smiled and said, "Call me Arthur!" Michelangelo, you're much more handsome now. As he spoke, he casually reached into his hood and pulled out a skull. The skeleton grinded its teeth angrily and snatched its head back to settle it down.

"Lich!" the enraged elf immediately rained down magic with a rain of arrows. Arthur waved his hand, and every arrow turned into a flower branch, and every magic dissipated out of thin air.

Then he said to the Lich King in front of him, "Let's go, let's talk in another place, the final show is about to begin." ”

The lich nodded, and a bone gate appeared, and the two walked in while chatting, and when they reappeared, they were already in the canyon of the dead.

Arthur sat unceremoniously on Michelangelo's throne of bones, lazily resting his legs on the armrests. Complained: "I remember the first time I came here, the mountains and rivers were beautiful, look at what the hell you have made now." ”

"It's sad that your taste will never improve. I, the dark artist, Michelangelo, am not someone like you can understand. The Lich King's voice was still hoarse and full of majesty, but the words he said were like his first encounter with Quincy a thousand years ago, and he always had a gloomy face, and only when he talked about his dark art would he have a young face full of ** young people. Time has worn out his **, and time has reduced his appearance, but there are always some dreams that time can't take away.

This made several bone dragons and lichs standing next to them fall out of their eyeballs in surprise. If they have a place.

"Raise your army, and spread the art of your death all over the world. I know. You've wanted to do this for a long time. This time, no stupid knight came out to stop you. ”

It reminded them of the silver-white figure at the same time. Ordinary and unremarkable, but with great determination. A little stammered, "Me." I represent. On behalf of justice, stop you. Don't do things that hurt others. As a result, he forgot to put his name on the place.

They both raised their heads at the same time. Sigh in my heart. Only nowadays. Your righteousness doesn't want to be as warm as it used to be.

Time of the Ancients. There used to be one on the mainland. Michino Sacred Cow. Ox hooves trample through the earth. The horns pierce the sky. But in the end, he was killed by the heroes of the Ancient Lands. Remove the double horns. A hero gets one and calls it War. A hero gets one called Death.

Another heroic prophecy. When the horns snap together, the world will be destroyed.

Michelangelo climbed to the top of the Canyon of the Dead, looked at the city in the distance under the sunset, untied the spiral horn at his waist, put it to his mouth, and played it with all his strength. The trumpet screamed desolate at dusk, and countless deaths were awakened, and they felt full of power.

The bone dragon raised its broken wings, the Death Knight drew his sword from his waist, and the lich swung their staff in the direction of the living land.

At the same moment, on the desolate grassland in the north, an old beast clan walked out of the bunker, and a spirit wolf followed him. Outside the door was a sea of green, and the beastmaster named Boom sent out and asked, "Prophet, how is the situation?"

"Let's start, the war is calling us, turn the city into a steppe, graze!"

The Beastmaster raised his white sword and let out a wild roar, like a boulder thrown into the lake, and the whole lake boiled. Once again, the Green Terror has struck the world.

The sea of white and green pounded the fragile defenses of humanity, and humanity hurriedly organized an alliance, but it was too late, and the heroes they were waiting for never appeared.

The momentum is overwhelming, there is no mercy in war, the undead and orcs do not need prisoners, and the melody of killing resounds throughout the continent.

And at this time, Arthur is not in this world, the beginning of everything.

A blue planet is tiny as dust in the entire universe, at least that's what humans believe. Endless sinking, sinking into the endless earth. Deep in the earth's crust, fire burns and magma gushes.

In the endless magma, deep in the core of the earth, there is a place that is not so noisy as the rest of the place, but strangely quiet, where a crimson spar is suspended. The beautiful World Stone is the source of this world. Arthur stretched out his hand and held it tightly, holding the lifeblood of this world. At the same time, great earthquakes were born in every corner of the world, and the whole planet trembled.

"Did you really decide to do this?" asked a demon who suddenly appeared.

Arthur nodded affirmatively and said, "As you said at the beginning, this is the end of what is written for this world. ”

"Nothing can last forever, even if we wait. This is my source theory. So I'm going to finish. But don't you think it's too rushed?"

"Two thousand and twelve years is a long time. While the old history is just a lie, humanity has created a new one. It's just that the results of the experiment are not very clear? You have failed, and no matter how many proverbs you write, humanity will not be able to be happy in your way. The gods believe that happiness is a life of simplicity and faith, and you believe that wisdom is the prerequisite for happiness. Humanity goes round and round like this, one or the other. ”

"Yes, we are born out of nothingness, without and without feelings, but with thought as the cornerstone. Therefore, it is not possible to completely predict human behavior. Although the result is destined to be nothing, it is just that our efforts are not worthless. ”

"Since

Again, then the process is the greatest value, isn't it? In this way, it can be regarded as a failure, and I am one-sided. ”

"Why are you so determined to retrieve the World Stone, these people also have life. "The devil waved his hand, and there were countless scenes, people driving, people going to work and falling in love, people walking in the park...... Who can deny their existence?

"No matter how beautiful an existence is, it cannot go against the way of nature. Even though it's just borrowing my hands, I don't want to excuse myself. I will destroy them, I will destroy this lie, I will destroy this world, but in the vast ocean of the Lord Matter, a new continent will rise. ”

With that, Arthur grabbed the World Stone and pulled it away from this world. The stars and the universe crumble and disappear in this instant.

The celestial realm is forever immersed in a white light. God hesitated, but finally made up his mind.

"It's time to leave. ”

"No, we can't give up, this is our world, we have made countless sacrifices to save it from the shadow of the devil, how can we give up easily? My believers will soon break the army of the undead, punish the Lich King's evil, and the light of faith will shine again.

The angry voice of the God of Justice resounded in the sky.

God the Father affirmed His determination even more: "Such anger should not be in your heart, but from your believers." ”

"This is a conspiracy of the devil, and we must deal with it well, they have already paid the price for creation. If we grasp the opportunity, we may be able to eliminate this hidden danger forever. The world is only secondary compared to the devil. "The god of wisdom speaks sharply and hits the nail on the head.

"Nor is wisdom the same as conspiracy, and speculation is not the original meaning of wisdom. The Father's voice began to grow cold.

"Yes, yes, we failed! Father, I meant to leave this world with you, though it may not change anything. The voice of the God of Hope was so full of decadence and sorrow that even the Father was a little shaken. Where is that forever optimistic and positive child?

"I wanted you to change the world, but in the end it was you who changed. I thought you could shape humanity, but now you're distorted by humanity. There is no other way, now, cut off the line of faith between you and the believers! To refuse is to be my enemy. ”

All the gods bowed their heads to the Father's decision, including the God of Truth, who would not have been distorted by any power. While this would cost the gods a great deal of power, the gods would have to give up the part that had been polluted by humans if they wanted to restore their earthly purity.

So on this day, several bright stars in the sky went out. All the earth gods lost their response, and the believers panicked. believed in the coming of the so-called Last Judgment, but later the history books more accurately referred to this day as the Departure of God.

Most of humanity died in the war, and only a small fraction remained. Later, a new continent appeared on the distant seas, and it became a new place of hope for all mankind. They all sailed out to sea to escape the flames of war burning on the mainland. There, they found another group of humans, wielding strange alchemy tools.

A new page in history is unfolding.

On the reef of the Southern Isles, Michelangelo looked at the half-elf boy beside him, and although he was already very familiar, he was still amazed by his actions.

Arthur laughed loudly at the sea breeze: "Michelangelo, worship, admire! Let me hear you fall on your knees." That feeling of worship, you also suppressed it very hard. ”

Michelangelo's cloak trembled violently, resisting the urge to give him a "finger of death". Fu smiled bitterly, this guy seems to be like this forever.

"You've played all the gods and demons. ”

"Hehe, it's not my strength, I'm just trying to find a way to fulfill everyone's wishes, the wishes of the gods, the wishes of the devils. As the story goes, making a wish always doesn't get the desired result. But it's not my responsibility, no, I hope they all succeed. ”

"They still failed. ”

"No, they didn't fail, no one failed. Despite a little naivety, the greatness of the gods and demons cannot be denied, they are always doing things that I think are impossible to succeed, and there is no other way to change humanity than to destroy them. Still, I don't think they failed. I'm not a director, I'm just a spectator, it's always them who perform grandiosely, and the world is their stage. ”

"Spectators?"

"Hehe, even if you are a bystander, you are qualified to boo. ”

"What's next?"

"Dear Michelangelo, I'm not your mother. How do I know what you're going to do next. ”

"Finger of Death!"

"I didn't expect that after a lot of hardships, I would finally die under such a probability spell. Arthur's voice was filled with unbelievable pain.

"I haven't used it yet, it's an instant death spell, please pretend to be dead. Michelangelo said helplessly.

"I'm just an extra! I can be forgiven for my acting skills. ”

"Hey, I can't help you. Predict the direction of the gods and demons! Although small things are often inaccurate, big things still have reference value. ”

"Let me tell you a secret, the druids' prophecies are all lies!"

"What! Lost Forest: That time you insisted that the prophecy showed that you should go to the right, and you got lost for a few months. ”

"Oh, I'm just talking about it!" said Arthur nonchalantly.

Michelangelo had a feeling that the green tendons were exposed, if he still had them. Gritting his teeth, he said, "The time in Jialus, and the time in the Ice Lake, they were all casually talked. ”

"Who remembers thousands of years!"

"Then you said that Sharan and I would definitely not get married, and said that this was the arrangement of fate, but in the end, you still remember what happened when Sharan and you were together!"

"Oops, it's getting late, let's go back to sleep!"

"Finger of Death!"