Back room: I deliver courier to the entity

Recently, I have been thinking about the subsequent plot direction.

If you follow my original outline, which is basically what I said before, it will probably end in more than three hundred chapters.

I thought about it these days.

Some of my employees and supporting roles are too few, and almost all of them revolve around Li Patrol.

If I write appropriately about what happens around the supporting characters, I can write a lot.

Originally, I wanted to write this mainly after the end of the main story.

But now that I think about it, some of them can also be interspersed into the current main line to write.

Since I started working in April, I have very little time to write novels.

Usually only after 9 o'clock in the evening, usually busy during the day.

When I'm busy, I don't have time to think about the plot of the novel.

Without the relevant plot assumptions, it will be painful to write at night.

These days, I've been trying to take advantage of my day off to catch up.

But things backfired, and the more you rushed to catch up, the more you found that there was nothing in your head.

Then the chapters written out, the plot feels very watery, and it is uncomfortable to watch by yourself, let alone send it out.

But this month I wanted to take a full attendance, so there was something that often happened to post other chapters instead.

At the beginning, it was the outline and chapter outline of some of my alternative themes.

Later it was posted.

I'm going to start giving you readers a lot of science about backroom stuff.

These are not random popular science, they are all found from the English station.

It is popular science that has something to do with my novel.

After reading it, I can also understand a lot about the background of my novel.

............ The dividing line............

The light of existence always shines on us.

Sky Crusher is waiting for the moment.

Let's spread the knowledge of the past and prepare for our future.

Hats off to all. Good luck....

............

We are archival order.

We preserve the knowledge of the ancients.

There are some things your race may already know what we're going to say.

You may not have heard of anything else.

That's what our Knights are going to tell you.

Some children are even stronger than their relatives, drawing strength from the influence of their respective ideas.

The light of these ten people was more dazzling than the others.

The one who rules the vast universe.

His fire burned everything to dust and subatomic pulp.

People who preach the gospel of life in the vast universe.

He controlled the fears of the immortals and mortals.

Someone with unshakable dominiony.

Its very nature distorts space and time.

People who know pain.

His power comes from the endless killing of countless lives.

The forgotten one, whose very existence embodies the unstoppable advance of entropy; Destruction in physical form.

One is the embodiment of creation; The existence known as the Venerable.

The creation and destruction of these two cosmic twins are uncommon enemies, and their existence is diametrically opposed to each other.

Whatever you are told about the end of the Dawn War, that is wrong.

What we are going to tell you is a piece of information that could lead to the complete destruction of the universe as we know it.

However, it is necessary.

As we know, the Venerable One is not the only survivor of the Nine Heavens Race.

The forgotten model is still alive.

............

Silence

your defenses are as insignificant to their attacks as one person against an entire army.

Your armor is like paper and breaks easily like sand under constant tides.

Your weapons are like pebbles thrown at a stone wall, pitifully leaning onto an impregnable barrier.

Your strategy is as fleeting as mortals before God's radiance.

Nevertheless, you insist on this completely futile resistance. In vain efforts and nothing more.

Never mind. When they are over, there will be nothing and no one to regret.

The Supreme brothers and sisters have all taken the wrong approach to accomplish this task.

Because what really brings despair is not pain, fear or bloodshed.

Only nothingness, true nothingness, can be satisfied. This is my command, because I represent the will of the forgotten.

The whole universe will tremble because they are back.

Is that the end of >?

Maybe not.

One-step.

One-step.

One-step.

Ten thousand steps have been taken since you walked into this hall.

Ten million steps have been taken since you entered this level.

Eighty million steps have been taken since you entered this ghost place.

Another thirty million since you were born. But it won't.

In the end, there are only three steps left between you and true salvation.

One-step.

Each carries millions of lives.

You remember all of them.

Unknown men and women, living the same lives as we do.

People in the steel and automotive industries.

A mockery of the meaning of twisted dogs to humans.

Countless smiles appeared on the wrinkled brown skin.

All the smiles were dipped in pitch darkness.

Monsters that once belonged to humans; Now completely insane.

There are thousands of things that shouldn't be. Heartbreaking.

As you walk, the sound of whispering haunts your mind.

Gradual.

As you know, there are two steps left in your life.

One-step.

Your life begins to flash before your eyes.

You stop in front of that beckoning door.

No more illusions. No more lying.

One-step.

Right there -

a finale.