Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

The so-called goddess of death is the concrete existence of all deaths in the world, the aggregate of all abstract deaths. In other words, in fact, she does not have an actual form in the material dimension, and the dimension she lives in is beyond the reach of living beings. In the country of the dead, everything operates in a way that is completely different from the common sense of the world.

Even the so-called goddess is the gender given to her by the fantasy and legends of the world, but she quite enjoys the fun brought by this gender, just like she prefers those pursuits dedicated to her crazy and sincere love those.

And those unique and shining souls.

Souls are immortal, they are like migratory fish, migratory birds, come and go in the land of death, like cheap lanterns hanging on the Christmas tree at Christmas, they may be brighter and darker but When the time comes, it will always hang there, and the wayward goddess will never take a second look at those souls.

Only the unique existence in this world can win her favor. It must be bright enough, bright enough, like stars, enough to light up the dead night in the kingdom of death, and add even the slightest bit of fun to her long and boring life. The soul of love is detained in the realm of death. Among the countless souls dying in the entire vast universe every minute and every second, it does not matter whether a soul goes or stays. Even if that soul is more unique and beautiful than any soul, it cannot change that he is just a Facts of the soul.

When he dies, he is a subject of death.

The goddess of death will put the most beautiful fish out of the water into the ornamental tank, and put the most beautiful singing bird from the sky into a golden cage, and put her beloved soul in her collection cabinet. , hanging in the sky of the kingdom of death, keeping them at the moment of death, at the most glorious and magnificent moment of their life.

In this regard, she had to admit that the earth is blessed with a unique position. That inconspicuous little planet in the universe has a terrifying and exuberant vitality, continuously giving birth to great souls and indescribably wonderful deaths. Among them, Chris is the unique existence among them.

No, it's not that the soul named Chris is so great or brilliant. Although his lifespan is indeed longer and he has experienced more, such things as greatness and glory are obviously related to a businessman who seeks advantages and avoids disadvantages. Irrelevant; of course, it does not mean how pure and bright this soul is. Maybe when he lived with the elves and studied with the druids at the beginning, his soul was indeed clean and flawless, but since he left the forest of elves, From the moment he fell into hell to associate with demons, his soul has been contaminated with filth and haze that cannot be purified.

The reason why it is said to be unique is only because Chris is indeed a unique soul in countless parallel worlds. Even though the countless worlds have various differences, they all have the same origin, like a There are countless branches separated by a tree, so the birth and death of souls in each world is also predetermined. Only Chris is the only variable. A treasured product full of limited editions, unique and no duplicates.

The Goddess of Death loves the precious existence. She has all the characteristics of death, is cruel and equal, but also has endless greed and endless desire. Just like the saying that death is like an abyss, she will never be able to fill it.

And this has become Chris's biggest weapon against her. She is bound to win Chris, and Chris can also use herself as an irresistible bait for her. She has blocked the whole world as a cage for arrest, and Chris also Can turn the world into a trap she can't escape.

Chris has a habit of not being very friendly to his comrades. Compared with frequent consultations and combat meetings, he prefers to think up the plan in his head in silence, then make preparations in silence, and then give the plan in silence. Prepare the back road and PlanB by yourself, and when he is ready, he will start to act immediately. Not only will the opponent be caught off guard, but even his comrades will sometimes be unable to keep up with his purely informed action mode.

This has led to a serious polarization of word-of-mouth among the stakeholders who have worked with him. Those who can accept it are naturally happy to work obediently and easily, and those who cannot accept it will inevitably complain a few words of arbitrariness and self-willedness, even if they act honestly according to his plan. There won't be too much error.

This time Chris' comrade-in-arms Peter falls in between.

First of all, Peter is still very convinced of Chris's plan. Facing higher-level opponents, no matter how many battles he has experienced in the world, he still has no confidence. Like high math problems in college, Chris is more experienced and good at it, so he can rest assured that he will hand over the command to Chris, although Tony in this world is skeptical about whether Chris will sell Peter halfway.

But on the other hand, Chris’s kind of quietness that suddenly drags you out of bed one day before dawn, tells you that it’s time to get ready to work without any preparation, and then directly without any explanation. A commander who tells you what to do and doesn't accept rebuttals is indeed the type to itch to kill.

Peter squeezed his fist.

If it weren't for me liking him.

Really want to punch up.

But who made me like him.

So he honestly deleted the content marked as #DS世界##此Play# in his head, and solemnly swore to Chris that he would follow Chris’s requirements meticulously, because Chris didn't tell him the true identity of the enemy, so he is still very relaxed now, although he still can't help but babble non-stop, only to vaguely reveal that there is a little bit in the deepest part of his heart. Unspeakably nervous.

Chris rubbed the hair of his little shop assistant. The soft brown hair made him feel calm. He looked down at Peter's eyes. The light brown eyes made people think of cute teddy bears for no reason.

Safe and cured.

"Remember to take me back." He whispered, flicking Peter's forehead.

In front of him is the last hope in Pandora's box. Chris doesn't have any PlanB this time just in case, he puts the control in Peter's hands, he trusts Peter to do it, he fully trusts him.

Peter felt dizzy again, and once again he saw that golden road paved under his feet, that road would lead him to different worlds every time, but this time was very different, this time he set foot on It is the way home, every step of his is as light as stepping on a cloud, and the whole person wants to fly.

His steps were firm without hesitation, even though there were countless forks in the road, he walked without hesitation. For the first time, he saw how the road behind him was broken and collapsed inch by inch, and golden lights flew into the darkness like butterflies. , illuminating the surrounding long night into blinding white light.

In the white light, he saw the roses blooming on the thorns, and the blood-red petals fell on his face. The soft touch was unreal like a dream, and it took him a long time to react. Come over and I have returned to the original world.

——The link between his soul and body has never been broken. Although it is difficult to locate the world according to that traction, it is not impossible.

Chris watched Peter's departure with his own eyes. When the soul left the world along the path opened by him, the temporary body turned into clay again, and the breath of death that was originally free from this world like a shackle cage, He also firmly locked on Chris's position.

We have to know one thing, the goddess of death can't really appear in the material world, she can at most use the souls of the dead to appear in the world as before, and the souls imprinted by her are not created by her own hands. Killing, but the whole world is attracted by the breath of death, paving the way to the kingdom of death with countless coincidences.

For details, you can refer to the movie called Death is Coming. When the whole world is desperately killing people, the existence of individuals is so small that there is no chance of resistance at all.

Chris didn't appreciate those stupid coincidences, so he deliberately picked a place that was convenient enough, and rechecked his resources before doing it.

The six infinite gems in this world plus the one in his own world, as well as other energy bodies he carried with him in bits and pieces, pushed the number of his diamonds to a terrifying value, and the three suits in the front row of his wardrobe were still Flashes of light and shade.

[Feather of Stopping War]

[Flaming Radiance]

[World Yongxi]

——I don’t know if you still remember the concept that most of the gods in Celtic mythology exist in three forms or in groups of three.

Morrigan and her two sisters, Macha and Niman, together form the god of death and war, Babokahe, and Morrigan has three forms, representing the omen of death, war, and death.

The Trinity is a concept that often appears in mythology. In Christianity, there is the theory of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. In the far east, there is also the saying of beheading three corpses.

And these three suits also symbolize the existence of the three goddesses.

The goddess under the system's original worldview, or Chris's own original worldview.

The three goddesses symbolize war and strife, justice and victory.

Chris has simply tested that when the physical strength is full, any of the three sets of clothes will completely bottom out the physical strength before he actually wears it, and change to another calculation mode. The energy required for any set of suits to truly form a manifestation is a massive value, and correspondingly, the power displayed by these three sets of suits is also extremely terrifying.

That is the power that truly plays with the whole world between applause and belongs to the gods.

Chris carefully inspected the resources at hand, like a gambler who is about to put all his eggs in one basket, looking at all the chips to make the final calculation, and then he clicked on the evolution interface in the system, one set of icons of the three suits Drag it into the icon to be evolved.

Although the original setting was to consume the same clothes to evolve a more advanced version, but this time he managed to stuff three completely different suits into the same icon to be evolved. At the same time, the system began to generate a large number of Warning messages and garbled characters, a fierce gust of wind began to blow with him as the center, the ground under his feet trembled and cracked, and the moon that had not yet set in the sky and the sun that was still slowly rising below the horizon seemed to jump at the same time, as if At the same time, the sun and the moon shine brightly in the sky.

[warn!warn!Dangerous operation! ]

[warning udqeidqe warning ewfebie &*@!]

Chris calmly ignored the system information, and at the same time he clicked the button to confirm the evolution, the soul was withdrawn from this world.

[Whether to confirm the equipment set %*&$&$]

[Set *%^*%^&Equipped&$#^&*(...*]

Chris opened his eyes, his soul was scattered and broken, and then reassembled. The figurative part was broken up and turned into a more abstract and uncertain conceptual existence. He no longer has a material form, no longer has an actual Soul, he became some kind of indescribable aggregate, under the effect of the suit.

He "sees" the Goddess of Death in front of him, in the form of a concept, which has no form but a purely conceptual existence, like a theorem, a phenomenon, invisible and intangible, but it does exist .

That is the nature of death.

It is also the essence of the so-called gods.

He could feel the shock and anger from the Goddess of Death, and understood what she wanted to express, even though he didn't really see the face of the Goddess of Death or hear her voice.

Let's explain it this way - he has become the same existence as the goddess of death.

Conceptual, abstract, aggregates that cannot exist in the physical world.

The goddess of death is the aggregation of death.

And he...

It is the aggregation of war.

Of course, in the case of wearing this suit that forcibly fuses the evolution product of the three goddesses of war, and every second that this suit is used is burning energy at an extraordinary speed, Chris can see his own The diamond fell rapidly in an arc of gravity acceleration to reduce the emptying, and the diamond was converted into physical strength and then into energy, supporting the continuation of his form.

His diamonds are countless, which means that the time he has to maintain the same level as the goddess of death is also countless. Every second is precious and cannot be wasted.

Chris "watched" the goddess of death, and the goddess of death also "watched" him, her eyes were determined and cold, because she knew that Chris would not last long in this state, it was no different from the growth of a seedling, and Chris in this state was the most Evenly matched with her, she only needs to wait until Chris can't hold on, and then she can safely reap the fruits of victory.

Chris does not deny this fact.

But being tough doesn't mean you can't work hard.

The Goddess of Death is a conceptual and abstract existence. Naturally, there is no such thing as disappearance or death. As long as there are still living beings dying in this world, death will be immortal, but this does not mean that her consciousness is also immortal. She is just countless deaths. The aggregated mental body will also die under the pressure of enough energy.

Just like the goddess of nemesis at the same level as her, didn't she divide herself into six infinite gems, and then completely eliminated her consciousness.

As long as the external energy is squeezed enough, it is also enough to surprise.

For example, after a seemingly weak attack, he discarded this suit without hesitation, blasted all his energy, and blasted this world of death to pieces with the same level of strength.

From an outsider's perspective, everything happened quietly.

A silent explosion.

Quietly reduced to ashes.

The whole world disappeared silently.

The sky full of stars in the dead world turned into shooting stars, bringing sparks into the torrent of time and space.

Chris seems to have heard a sharp roar and scream, full of unwillingness and resentment, but his energy has completely bottomed out, and the power of the goddess of death is far from that of his half-baked fake. The gods can easily match, even Even the energy that made up his physical body was extracted by him to make it barely enough, so he only saw bits and pieces of light falling in the bright river, and the system had completely entered the dormant mode and was almost out of his consciousness. Falling from the sky without strength, like a meteor falling and burning, the soul collapsed and collapsed.

Part of him is still an abstract conceptual existence, which makes it impossible for him to condense a fixed form in the material world view.

At the same time, in a distant world, Peter struggled to push his weak body off the hospital bed, leaned against Chris's bed and took out the dagger in his arms, the branches and leaves wrapped around the dagger His palm was pierced, and the blood flowed down to wash out the sharp blade.

Peter took a deep breath, and plunged the dagger into the heart of the shell that had begun to dissipate into light spots.

This was more difficult than he had imagined. He was so tired that he was sweating all over, and then he inserted the dagger into Chris's heart, and then he threw himself forward with his body, which was not dizzy at all, and frantically moved. Holding Chris's face in his hands, he kissed Chris's lips forcefully.

There was no blood in the wound on Chris's heart, only bright spots of light spewing out from the dagger, Ogham runes intertwined and overlapping, along the invisible road, entangled with non-existent chains, from the collapsed body Across countless times and spaces, it stretches towards the broken soul.

[Using Skill - Kiss of True Love]

The glimmer of hope in Pandora's box finally pierced through the endless night, and in Chris's dark and cloudy dreams, a morning star lit up to illuminate the direction.