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The Sword of Destiny, the Immortal Talisman and the Eye of the Old Day all resonated on Su Ming'an's body at the same time.

Most of the energy of the old world needs to be used in the tug-of-war of overlapping shadows, and there is not much energy available for Su Ming'an. But he has a lot of energy - all the energy he has collected along the way.

Tina, Ruth, Yang Jiayu, Wang Mingming, Yang Qi, Hei Que, Grandma Lin, Tao Meng, Alice...

Figures floated in his palm, their joys, sorrows, joys, loves, hates... gathered into a stream of bright blue, making the Sword of Destiny gleam.

They seem to have been gone for a long time, but they seem to have never left.

In addition, the god also gave Su Mingan the energy that he had reserved for thousands of years.

The bright blue torrent was like a Milky Way, surrounding the golden-white sword blade and clinging to Su Mingan's arm. He looked at these figures intently, and a picture flashed through his mind...

That was the journey he had experienced in these thirty days. Not pleasant...but not terrible either.

……

"Ding dong!"

[You have completed the perfect clearance task·Eighth Ring: "Planning the Millennium Plan"]

[Get mission reward: career advancement. 】

[Mingye Clone: ​​Enhance the combat capabilities of "Ming" and "Shadow" states. You can summon two clones at the same time. 】

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[You have obtained the perfect clearance mission·Ninth Ring. 】

[Perfect Clearance Mission·Ninth Ring: "Ark Swimming"

Mission requirements: Please travel to a thousand years later, carry thousands of years of prayers and sufferings, and use the body of a god to complete this miracle of human beings' ultimate resistance to high dimensions.

Mission reward: The right to retain the Immortal Talisman and Seal Script.

Mission notes: "...come back."]

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[TE3·"Your and His Utopia" perfect clearance progress): 96%]

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The [energy] is very weak, but the [faith] is strong enough, and the [authority] Su Mingan holds is also extremely powerful. He has three powers: the "Immortal Talisman·Expansion" given by Su Wensheng, the "Immortal Talisman·Transfer Object" obtained by clearing the tower, and the time obtained by the old god in the fourth world game. authority.

Time authority is the most powerful type of authority. This makes him not weak even if he becomes a god early.

Just at this time,

"whisper--!"

He heard a strange chirping sound, like the high-frequency buzzing of a whale. The sound penetrated his eardrums and made his brain buzz. It's like...the bells of war.

Dieying knew that Su Ming'an was going to become a god early, so he had to take action.

The sky began to fall.

It was an extremely bizarre and fantastic scene.

"Shua-shua-shua!"

Countless stars have agreed with each other to fall at the same moment.

A blue-green thread streaked across the sky. It was a strange bird like an eagle. It flapped its liquid-like wings lingering around the stars, leaving a long, slippery, sticky trail... Next In an instant, as if a spark was suddenly ignited, the sky swept across like rolling waves, the light of the stars began to expand, and the ink in the deep ocean... seeped and spread.

Like fire that has been hidden for thousands of years, it is ignited in clusters at this moment, awakening the entire sleeping starry sky.

The shadow no longer floats in a kind and gentle human form, but returns to the starry sky. The radiant colors of stars flow from every corner of the sky, leading to Him. His head, neck, arms, torso, legs... were merged into this sparkling starlight.

He no longer exists in the world in human form, but has returned to his true form...an elusive, undulating, shining star.

Opening and closing in the blink of an eye, the world changes color.

The last possibility of negotiation has been eliminated, and remaining in human form no longer makes sense. Even the dance floor created by His own hands was destroyed by Him without hesitation. What He once said affectionately, “No one dances with me,” may be just a utilitarian lie.

Since He is "He", everything he says needs to be regarded as the cunning and disguise of a high-dimensional being.

"squeak--"

"Squeak-"

Fish swaying in the sky with rotten fins, strange scarlet birds hanging with broken and rotten flesh hovering high in the sky, monsters stuck with stardust and dust reach out their tentacles, each sucker is deeply planted with sticky vermilion fungi, Worms writhe in it.

Weird creatures are the vanguard of His judgment. Although most of them have strange shapes, under the bright cover of the stars, they are actually somewhat fascinating and beautiful.

Blah, blah—

The blue-green ripples shattered and jumped like stars.

Su Mingan saw the scene high in the sky through the wide open church door. Its strange and magnificent level is like witnessing the explosion of the universe at the beginning of civilization. This is a landscape that is difficult for humans to see in their lifetime.

The stars and rivers hang upside down and flow strangely across the river. The stars turn into water and the water turns into dust.

This is fear beyond recognition.

Screams of terror echoed throughout the holy city, but more often than not, there were calls to prayer. People look at this shocking scene in the sky. They are as small as ants in this picture, not even comparable to a sucker in the tentacles.

They knelt down, put their palms together, or tightly held the cross necklace hanging around their necks, or faced the statue of the god at home... praying devoutly, fearfully, and longingly.

God.

The holy city has risen to the sky, our ark has set sail, and the shadows make a final desperate move. Please, Lord God... protect us from this final disaster.

Please... look after us.

——The name is "Asa"... No.

Requesting you——

——The god named [Su Mingan].

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"Su Mingan. Hold the sword in your left hand." Li Mingyue glanced at the starry sky and quickly looked away. He lifted the Sword of Destiny flat and signaled Su Mingan to change hands.

Su Mingan didn't ask, and immediately turned the Sword of Destiny to his left hand.

"Right hand faith." Li Mingyue's voice was fast and steady.

Su Mingan immediately held the Eye of the Past in his right hand.

Jingle, jingle.

Just like a military master putting on armor for a soldier about to go to the battlefield, Li Mingyue knelt down and tied the Immortal Talisman Seal around Su Ming'an's waist with his own hands, his hands steady.

The priests and pastors watched this scene in silence. They knelt down towards Su Mingan and surrounded him in circles, as if worshiping a statue of a god.

Due to his responsibilities, Li Mingyue was very familiar with this set of steps to become a god, but his attitude was not as pious as other priests. Instead, he looked calm... like arranging and fastening the school uniform for a child going to school for the first time. bow tie.

Straighten Su Ming'an's somewhat scattered collar, fasten the buttons that collapsed due to the pain in his soul, smooth the wrinkles on his arms, and tuck the torn trouser legs into his boots...

Finally, he reached out his hand and, as if unintentionally... smoothed the young man's black hair.

Strand by strand... he smoothed his messy, fire-stained hair, making him look brand new... as if he had entered the dungeon for the first time.

At the very beginning, under the sun, the young man taking notes under the sycamore tree looked like this when he first stepped into Daoya City. At that time, he was wearing the school uniform of Daoyacheng No. 1 High School, but now he was wearing a god's robe embroidered with gold and white divine patterns.

Li Mingyue's hand was very steady, and he did not slowly withdraw his hand until he had trimmed the last strand of hair around Su Ming'an's ears, his eyes completely reflecting the Su Ming'an in front of him. The god was as clean and beautiful as a student at this moment.

He was so calm...not like a god who was about to lose himself. It's like you don't know what you're going to face.

The distance between them seemed to disappear suddenly at this moment.

Su Mingan always felt that there was always Su Wensheng between him and Li Mingyue, so he always felt uncomfortable.

But for Li Mingyue, maybe Su Shaoqing, Su Wensheng, Su Mingan... maybe they are all the same.

It's all his...

child.

A cold wind came from outside the church door, blowing from the starry sky, causing Li Mingyue's long white hair to rise with the wind, brushing over Su Ming'an's shoulders like flowing silver moonlight.

The blue full moon on the dome enters the church with its compassionate and desolate moonlight. It quietly and sighs... staring at the eternal things that have not changed for thousands of years.

Over the past thousands of years, things have changed and the world has gone through vicissitudes of life, but one dream lasts forever.

Millions of people have passed away, millions of people are no longer the same as they were originally, and millions of people will be forgotten for thousands of years, but there is one person who remains unchanged for thousands of years, like the eternal and compassionate moonlight.

He took off the cross necklace from his neck, shortened the chain to about a quarter of the length, and held it open with both hands.

Su Ming'an paused for a second, looking back at the pair of eternal white pupils, as if he were looking at the frost and snow that never melted at the top of the Tianshan Mountains.

He lowered his head slowly, and the wooden sign around his waist jingled.

There was a cold touch on the forehead. This utopian necklace, which had been guarded by the frost and snow of "Li Mingyue" for thousands of years... shortened the chain and turned into a forehead chain. Li Mingyue personally wore it on the head of the reborn god. It was as if the divine messenger who had been watching for thousands of years finally waited for the new god under the moonlight.

Jingle, jingle.

A bright silver cross swayed on Su Mingan's forehead. He slowly straightened up. The blue moonlight passed through the cross on his forehead, shining with sharp and cold light.

Under the broken moonlight, he clearly perceived the critical point - the critical point between humans and gods.

"Go."

The godfather looked outside the church - the sky was dark, thousands of stars were falling, leaving thousands of star marks, tentacles were sinking, blue fish were swimming, and strange birds were singing. Humanity folded its hands and fell everywhere. Urgently needed - a god to shine down the sun.

God said, let there be light.

That is, in the dark night - that new ray of light rises from one end of the skyline, instantly spreading out thousands of morning rays.

Its name is,

……

--【dawn】.

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"Go and become..." The godfather said goodbye to him:

"Dawn itself."

Su Mingan stared outside the church.

From an overlooking perspective, he saw many figures.

Mizushima Kawakora stopped his task and felt the rising aura of the church. Jealousy rolled in her pupils, but soon turned into a sigh that she couldn't understand.

Agnes, who was fighting on the battlefield, sheathed her sword and looked at each other with Eli, her eyes full of shock and fear.

Burris clasped his hands together, with a peaceful expression, silently reciting blessings for his beloved gods.

Ichiwaji Yamada, who was enjoying good food and drinks in the hometown of the gods, raised his head and looked at the deep sky in the distance.

Su Mingan stepped forward.

As he took steps, the golden blue light surging around him penetrated into his body bit by bit, and the energy penetrated his veins. Faith rose from all directions in the Holy City, turning into flowing ribbons of light and entering his heart.

He closed his eyes and felt the changes in every part of his body. The bloody wound on his cheek gradually turned golden.

The momentum gradually increased, the energy under control gradually increased, the five senses became clearer and clearer, and everything in the field of vision gradually became visible. The values ​​on the panel soared like a rocket...

[Combat power (temporary): 4400]

[Combat power (temporary): 5400]

[Combat power (temporary): 6200]

[Combat power (temporary): 7000]

[Combat power (temporary): 7700]

【…】

Golden-blue light danced around him, and the sound of ticking lingered in his ears. He seemed to be able to see the illusory river of time, and every drop of water was flowing in his palms.

Hula, hula——

The next moment.

Hearing the sound of something changing, it was like an eggshell breaking, opening up a new life, washing away in his heart.

That is...a new essence of life.

The raging light and shadow swayed across his eyebrows, kissing the cross chain on his forehead, and the rose-blue markings of time flickered violently.

He took a step forward and heard the sound of a huge river like the waves crashing on the shore - the sound of the speed of time. Extremely powerful energy collisions came from all parts of the body, as if a single movement of one's hands and feet could set off huge waves.

He also felt at the same time... something seemed to be peeling away from his mind. His consciousness became blurred, his eyes became indifferent, the memories of laughing with his companions in the past, the emotion in the hot spring on his nineteenth birthday... gradually made him feel less waves in his heart. Looking at the blazing fire in the direction of the old shrine, he actually felt that those corpses were not that important.

He woke up for a moment and realized that this was the impact of "self" stripping. His personality cannot protect his self, and his emotions and consciousness are being washed away by the huge flow of time.

However, he could not keep this passage.

If you don't become a god, you can't save them.

Became a god and could not remember them.

The young man holding the top hat and letting the white bird fly, the young man in Hanfu holding the teapot, the girl playing the game console with her head down... always lazily looking north, squinting at the road with a smile, and the cheerful and straightforward demeanor. Na, the little fox-like Lin Yin, Aini who clamored for the secret of fire, Yamada Machichi in a Lolita dress... and even cursed sparks, bamboo flutes, tomatoes, spring heart cakes, knight swords, roses, golden roses, pianos …

These people, these things... were all gone in his mind.

The bright colors...under the soaring energy around him...gradually settled into dim black and white.

Feel nothing, feel nothing, feel nothing, feel nothing, feel nothing.

He almost forgot about the dream.

He buried them... with his own hands.

right now,

The dream came true.

At the same time, there was a sound of "Crack--", indicating that the rising trend of the Holy City had stopped.

The Holy City reached the prescribed lift-off distance.

Since then, the Holy City has become a floating city floating above the ground, forever overlooking civilization.