I'm not a drama god

"too slow……"

Brand, who was in the center of the alchemy circle, frowned slightly.

From the beginning, the speed of collecting souls has been slowing down. The last tens of thousands of souls have not yet been fully returned... However, Brand could probably guess the reason. The previous explosive growth of souls was because the war had just begun, and the residents in the towns, in particular, had no time to escape and died on a large scale.

Now almost all the refugees have run into the main city and are hidden there, and the large army has never been able to break through the defense line, causing the progress of collecting souls to become increasingly slower.

Brand looked down at the clouds and saw the chaotic battlefield beside the city wall and the large number of disasters passing through it. He suddenly froze in place...

"This is……"

boom--! ! !

A loud explosion broke Brand's thoughts.

He looked up suddenly and saw that the huge embroidery pattern surging above the sky was collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The dense embroidery threads turned into sand, like the desert blowing in the wind!

A blood-stained figure flew out from the collapsed embroidery, followed closely by a figure in white.

"It seems that your body has reached its limit."

Wuji Jun spoke calmly.

He raised his hand and the sand flying in the sky was instantly transformed into small metal-like balls. As they danced wildly in the wind, a large amount of electric charge attached to them.

The lightning surging among the clouds was attracted by the silver storm, and all of them wandered and clung to it, like a huge rotating thunderstorm!

A thunderstorm was brewing behind Wuji Jun. As he pointed his finger, thick bolts of lightning surged like giant dragons and struck Yao Qing's blood-stained body!

ka ka ka-

Several lightning strikes submerged Yao Qing, knocking him down from the sky to the ground, with billowing dust rising up.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

Scarlet blood gushed out of Yao Qing's mouth, splattering on the ground in large pieces. If Chen Ling was here, he would be able to see how similar Yao Qing now was to the once dying Aurora Lord Yang Xiao.

Yao Qing has been out of the hibernation capsule for too long, and his body has begun to irreversibly perish...

"Is it the limit?..."

Yao Qing looked at his bloody hands and muttered to himself.

He was silent for a moment, then clenched his weak hands again. The extremely fine embroidery thread moved frantically in his blood vessels, repairing the aging damage to his organs as much as possible and buying time.

At that time, Aurora-kun left the hibernation capsule and did not survive for more than three hours. If it were not for the human embroidery pattern, Yao Qing would not have been able to hold on until now... However, no matter how powerful the human embroidery pattern is, it cannot reverse fate.

"Almost there, just a little bit...it's almost done." Yao Qing turned his head and looked in the direction of Liu Zhen.

Boom-!

Wuji Jun fell from the sky like a superman and crashed into the ground in front of Yao Qing.

A man in a white scientific research robe walked out from the dust. As Wuji Jun walked, the ground beneath his feet gradually decomposed and transformed into long swords shining with silver light, hanging in the air, like a sword rain forest.

"Do you have any last words?"

Yao Qing felt the terrifying oppression emanating from Wuji Jun. His face became paler and paler, and strands of blood oozed uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth. However, his back did not bend at all, but the tip of his pen was like a gun.

"It's too early to discuss wills now." Yao Qing replied hoarsely.

"Not early, because you have already lost."

Wuji Jun paused for a moment, and then said calmly:

"Objectively speaking... you didn't lose to me, but to time."

Yao Qing's brows raised slightly.

“But even if you recover to your peak state, you will not be my opponent.” Wuji Jun added.

“It’s really hard to say who the winner is during the peak period…but you are wrong about one thing.”

"Where is wrong?"

"I have not been defeated by the years."

Wuji Jun looked at Yao Qing's old body, the blood he vomited out, and his gradually fading vitality, and shook his head.

"You lost."

"I have indeed lost on this battlefield..."

The corners of Yao Qing's mouth slightly lifted up, as if he had sensed something. In his cloudy eyes, an unprecedented joy flashed, like a bright red flower blooming in the withered ice field.

"But on another battlefield, I did not lose."

……

Willow Town.

"The Chief's domain has been penetrated."

Bai Ye lay on the ground in the yard, raised a corner of the brim of his cap, and stared at the sky in the distance. "It seems that the outcome of the Realm War has been decided... What a pity."

"Clean up, it's time to get to work." Club J said calmly.

Jian Changsheng, Chu Muyun, and Cube 10 slowly stood up from the ground and were about to change into funeral clothes. Then Cube 10 seemed to remember something and suddenly spoke:

"So, no one from the top management is coming this time? What about the Requiem?"

"Not here?" Bai Ye pointed at the western stick that was still stuck in the ground, "What are these?"

"They're all here? But if that's the case, why haven't they shown up yet?"

"How would I know what the higher-ups are thinking?"

"..."

Cube 10 shook his head, and just as he was about to leave, a strange smell suddenly spread in the void.

At the same time, Bai Ye and Meihua J's pupils shrank slightly, and they stood up from the ground abruptly, their expressions extremely solemn...

"This is……"

next moment,

The entire Liu Town was shaking violently.

Outside the courtyard, among the withered willow trees and flowers, strands of fine embroidery silk soared into the sky, emitting a faint glow in the air… A demigod-level aura blew towards me.

Ever since they stepped into Liu Town, everyone had sensed the existence of those fine silk threads. Those were the backup plans that Yao Qing had hidden when Liu Town was born. For some reason, they were all activated at this moment, and they rushed towards the center of Liu Town at a high speed as if they had their own thoughts!

"draw!!"

Then, Xiao Jian exclaimed, and the scroll he had hidden in his arms floated up automatically. The thousands of threads of embroidery that outlined the figure of Hong Chenjun trembled as if they were cheering and leaping for joy, and flew into the sky like lightning! !

Thousands of silk threads were intertwined right before everyone's eyes. No one dared to act rashly under the pressure of the demigod. They could only watch the painting flying around wrapped in numerous silk threads and finally falling somewhere.

The air fell into dead silence.

……

Su Zhai.

In the quiet courtyard hung with embroidered silk, a beautiful figure was lying in the center of the flower petals. Her breathing was steady, her clothes were neat, and her hands were lightly placed on her abdomen, as if she was sleeping peacefully.

The years seem to have weakened her body. Even after three hundred years, her long black hair is still full of vitality and her face is still cool and beautiful, like a beautiful and timeless painting.

At this moment, the outline of a painting suddenly appeared in the void above her head... It was like a passage connecting to the outside world. The moment it opened, thousands of fine embroidery threads rushed out from it!

The pretty figure's eyelashes trembled slightly.