I'm not a theatre god

Alchemy array.

Brand watched helplessly as the second dragon's breath shot to quell the disaster missed, and he beat his chest in annoyance.

The first dragon's breath to quell the disaster caused millions of people to be buried under the earth. The next one would be equivalent to harvesting another Philosopher's Stone... plus the two million souls on hand. , after practicing a total of three Philosopher's Stones, Lord Wuji will be able to return to almost his peak state!

Unexpectedly, Lord Hongchen showed up again halfway and forcibly dragged Ji Calamity into the battlefield of the gray world, causing Brand's plan to completely fail.

"...Forget it, there are so many souls, it's enough

Brand once again set his sights on the turbulent sea of ​​souls below the clouds.

Countless old people, young people, and children were all painfully pulled by the alchemy array, like pigs hung by iron hooks in a slaughterhouse, hanging in the air with ferocious expressions. You could even see part of the floating paintings. Members, even palace level.

All human souls who died in the Realm War are gathered here, and they are the materials prepared by Brand.

"Enjoy the pain. Brand raised his palm and pressed it on the alchemy array beneath him. The next moment, wisps of red electric light began to swim on its surface, conducting it to the surging sea of ​​souls!

"The more painful you are, the faster the Philosopher's Stone will be refined..."

Red electric light surged in the sea of ​​souls, and all the figures that came into contact with the electric light suddenly became distorted, as if someone was roughly and ruthlessly ravaging their bodies, breaking them like toys, stretching them, kneading them into balls, or merging them with each other. together.

Under this extreme soul pain, the sea of ​​souls condensed and shrank little by little...

The soul is wailing, the dark wind is howling!

…

Stab——

Red electric light wanders in the sky, and the soul that was originally invisible to the human eye can occasionally be glimpsed under the light of the electric light... This scene falls in the eyes of everyone, like a purgatory on earth!

"Li...Mr. Li Kong Baosheng stared blankly at the bloody soul in the air, his eyes filled with confusion.

"That is……"

"It's the human soul

Li Qingshan said with a solemn expression, "It seems that Wuji Realm wants to enter the world of mortals at all costs, just for this... They have been collecting human souls from the beginning.

"War...soul?"

Kong Baosheng froze in place for a long time. As if he thought of something, he turned around and looked at the backyard of Jinghong Tower!

Two tombs stand silently on the withered earth;

"no no!!"

"Doesn't that mean...grandma and Miss Huang are also there??"

Kong Baosheng's face turned pale, and he subconsciously took a step back, seemingly unable to accept this reality.

Li Qingshan was silent for a long time, "I'm afraid so.

"How could this happen...why?!" On Kong Baosheng's neck, veins popped out. He looked at the blood-red sky with eyes splitting, "Grandma didn't do anything!! She was just a bedridden person for many years. The patient...and Miss Huang, she was so kind, she protected so many people! Why didn’t she let them go even after she died?”

Li Qingshan stood there quietly, unable to answer because he didn't know the answer either.

But now, the answer itself is no longer important...

Dense red lightning traveled among the clouds, and the souls twisted crazily in pain. They struggled, but did not make any sound, only the extremely cold wind, whining... as if the sky was crying.

…

"...Is this the end?

In the ruins of the city wall battlefield, Wang Jincheng, who had fought to the point of exhaustion, lay on the ground like a corpse, his eyes staring blankly at the sea of ​​souls that occasionally appeared in the red electric light, his eyes full of unwillingness and bitterness.

The war in the realm has been going on so far. All the palaces have been destroyed, the floating paintings have been almost completely destroyed, the chief minister has run out of oil, and Lord Hongchen can only fight one against two in the gray world... All the foundation of the world of mortals has been drained, and they There is nothing left.

This is a difficult war, this is a tragic war. Wang Jincheng had done everything he could, but seeing that the two million souls in the world of mortals were finally reduced to materials in the infinite realm, there was nothing he could do... This kind of inner pain and torture was worse than the physical body. His disability made it even more difficult for him to accept.

"...cough cough cough cough..."

A young man dragged his body covered in blood as he struggled to walk past the corpses of the witchcraft association. He stumbled and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Wang Jincheng turned his head and looked around with difficulty. He knew that young man. He was once the Ninth Hall of Fushenghua, and now he is the Dusk Society Plum Blossom 8.

The current Plum Blossom 8 is no more injured than Wang Jincheng. He has already reached his limit against many masters of the Witchcraft Association on his own... But what makes him more uncomfortable than this is the mental pain.

Plum Blossom 8 looked at the painful and wailing sea of ​​souls. In a trance, he seemed to be back in "Guernica" again. The despair and pain almost made him suffocate. His whole body seemed to be split, and he could only hold his head in pain. .

Sweat mixed with tears silently soaked into the ruins, leaving behind dark water marks.

The voice of Plum Blossom 8 is hoarse and bitter:

"In the end... nothing has changed.

The ending of "Guernica" finally reflected reality, and it was even more cruel. The 8 of clubs failed to reverse the war, nor to prevent the sacrifice... Death, pain, and despair, this seems to be the ultimate fate of all wars. , not changed by anyone’s will.

Wang Jincheng gave him a complicated look. Although he didn't know why this member of the Dusk Club wanted to help the Red Dust Realm, he saw the efforts of Plum Blossom 8... If it weren't for Plum Blossom 8's overall command and bloody battle, the Red Dust Realm would have been broken long ago.

Wang Jincheng felt that the Dusk Club didn't seem to be as evil as the rumors outside... The same was true for that guy.

I don't know where that guy has gone now?

Just as Wang Jincheng was thinking, he seemed to see something in his peripheral vision and was suddenly stunned.

In the dusty ruins in the distance, a figure in a red robe was stepping on nothingness step by step, walking from the earth to the sky...

His expression was calm and solemn, like an actor about to go on stage. The flames of war in the ruins and the sea of ​​blood in the sky reflected his figure. In this desolate and desperate world, his bright robe was like the only lively color, attracting everyone's attention.

His appearance gave people an inexplicable premonition... It was as if the drama of this war was coming to an end, and the final actor was on stage to put an end to everything.

"... Is it him?" Plum Blossom 8 stared at Chen Ling who stepped onto the empty stage in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

The actor slowly opened his lips in the void...

The next moment, a melodious and penetrating voice echoed over the entire Red Dust Main City.

""I see the sky crying"..."