The Uncanny Valley Travel Guide

The shape of the knife is simple and elegant, like the lines of flowing water poured into it, but at the same time it is wrapped with amazing beauty and splendor, as if the fire exploded in the scabbard.There is no sun in the sky, it is the sun that descends on the world, shining the faces of all people with its fast-moving rays of light!

However, this light is only for a moment.

To be precise, using "a moment" to describe its shining time is as long and slow as the trembling footprints left by an old man on the autumn leaves.It came, and then disappeared without a trace - the distance between this period is shorter than the toes of fanatics and gods, shorter than the lips and hearts of passionate lovers, even shorter than fish and sea water facing each other day and night, people and Air.

【Finger】The sheath has been retracted.

He Qin closed the knife, and its glory was tightly stitched together, hidden between the dark strings.The mist flowed, and he stood silently, his pupils were like molten gold and the setting sun, and on his steel-like straight shoulders, he seemed to bear the ancient majesty of Kunlun.He said softly: "Only the desperadoes are desperate and have no way out, so their resistance is powerful."

The mad angel froze in place, still maintaining a pious posture with his arms raised high, Wen Zheliu closed his lips tightly, and where he could see, it seemed that the wisps of white mist visible to the naked eye all over the world twitched neatly.

"Your god fights against destiny, against source, against the world," he continued, "so much hate, and more loneliness than hate...she's about to crown herself, we're all up the disobedient villains."

In the long, suffocating silence, the White Tower behind the Mad Angel suddenly burst out with a painful bang!

Like the thunder that destroyed the world, they released their dying roars and wailings. Half of the White Tower slid down flat, cutting out a staggered displacement obliquely. Going down the abyss, falling into the middle of row upon row of buildings and buildings, the dust and smoke blasted thousands of miles away, shaking the whole transfer station trembling.

"What about you?" He Qin asked.

After a long silence, Mad Angel's hard and smooth upper and lower lips collided with each other, knocking out two fragmented syllables.

"...My... Lord..."

"Will she take one more look at you before sitting on the throne?"

"……eternal life……"

Countless fresh eyeballs exploded, blasting into continuous pulverized blood mist!

The halo of the mad angel flew into vanishing powder, the color of the marble was dead and dull, spreading from its arms and head in large swaths, and then pouring into the vast sky like heavy snow.

Its eight sheep's hooves are firmly embedded in the ground, and its upper body rolls into the flying dust, splashing sand, broken houses, and many other ruins. A comet crashing into the face of the earth, even if the Statue of Liberty crashed into the mouth of the Hudson River, could not cause more damage than it does now.

The eagerly rolling torrent slowly stagnated, and even the hundreds of thousands of human players who were exhausted from running for their lives couldn't help but stop at this moment, get up from the ground, and staggered to look at the battle situation in the distance behind them.

This is not the scope that human beings can reach, and this is not the extent that human power can achieve.

Richardson was as silent as a ghost, and Hua Ying's mouth was big enough to stuff two eggs into it.

The rolling rubble was like a collapsing waterfall, drowning half of the huge face of the mad angel that fell into the ruins.

"Hengxin's... Mad Angel." He Qin called out its name, "You love her deeply, just like a believer loves his god. Those who have faith are happy, those miracles that are believed to be true through word of mouth , Wei Li, everything will turn into love and enthusiasm for the grand narrative, flowing in their blood vessels from beginning to end, but can a person who survives only on passion and unquestionable fanaticism be called a human being?"

The crazy angel's lips with thousands of cracks opened, and spit out fragmented words: "...the Lord...the...glory...the light...shine..."

He Qin lowered his eyes, his face was as handsome as a god, and at the same time there was cold compassion in his eyes: "I will not kill you, but the snap of the finger is both the fastest knife and the slowest knife in the world, who can defy time? Your core has been cut in half by it. Even if you cannot rely on the system or your own strength to regenerate and heal yourself, you will not die immediately. You can only fall here, waiting for the demise brought by aging. "

The mad angel stopped talking, and its shattered and empty eyes stared at the figure above. It was as small as ashes, but it held the supreme and powerful authority like a king, and could issue orders to the entire world.

"At this time, if no one saves you, you are really dead." He Qin's voice was low and hoarse, and when entwined in the wind, it sounded like a devil's whisper, "Have you experienced death? No, you haven't. Ten Thousands of times, millions of times, the module of fate is running, you have defeated many humans, and you have been defeated by many humans, but this is not death to you, it is just countless disconnections.”

He smiled sincerely, and his molten gold pupils were like a pool of spring water wrinkled by the wind, with an intoxicating temperature like a peach blossom: "Do you want to call the Holy Nun? Call for her strength, call for her gaze— ——There are still so many good things in the future, and so many glorious and prosperous times waiting for you to witness, how much you long to see the world crawling at her feet, and she also receives the fear and love from the world! You really Are you willing to die like this?"

Wen Zheliu understood what He Qin was going to do.

"...But," he changed the subject, "However. The holy nun is marching into the real world. To save you, it means that I have to devote a part of my heart to conquer the world. You must know that the connection between everything is always mysterious and mysterious. There is no basis, a butterfly flapping its wings in South America may set off a storm in the ocean on the other side, who can guess the result of her power? But if it doesn't save you... In short, how do you choose?"

"You... are you going to force it to death?" Wen Zheliu finally asked softly.

The roles are reversed strangely, the inhuman monster has become a lingering prisoner, and the object it needs to hunt has become the devil who tempts it to make a choice with blood ink and black swan quill.Du Zijun didn't say a word, Xie Yuanyuan was completely dumbfounded, it seemed that they knew such He Qin for the first time.

Only He Qin knew exactly how many sins and guilt honed out of flesh and blood were buried in his heart.He is the new king who broke his brother's limbs and exiled his soul into the waste universe, cursed by his blood relatives.Fortunately, the seeds of guilt have not rotted, and the soil of sin has not been cut off. The seeds and the soil are connected, and they can finally produce a little sun that has fallen to the ground and can be held in the palm of his hand.

"At this time, any trouble caused to the holy nun is a useful help." He replied in his heart, "It doesn't matter whether it is dead or not."

"It won't choose to call the holy nun," Wen Zheliu said silently, "it can only..."

The mad angel's chest roared intermittently. It fell into the expanding pool of blood, and suddenly stretched out an arm that had not been completely shattered. Like a dying King Kong, it grabbed the towering Empire State Building, and it also pulled into the white tower. In the center, there was a dark bloody light.

"...Illuminate...the world...people..."

【Finger snap】Cut its core in half, one half is death withering rapidly, and the other half is life withering slowly, which makes it unable to heal itself, and it will not be re-refreshed by the system's judgment of death.The mad angel swallowed the living half and held death in his palm.

Cracks gradually healed on its face, but it was only a face.

"This is..." Mad Angel's voice became smooth and weird at the same time. Its voice line was sometimes magnificent, sometimes thin, sometimes thick, and sometimes sharp, like an old-fashioned gramophone with currents rushing around, "The last... ...in return..."

"It seems that you have made your final choice," He Qin said indifferently, "However, I have always had a question."

Mad Angel looked up at him coldly.

"Since Ragnarok has been activated, you should already have a detailed understanding of your identities." He Qin looked down at it indifferently, "Human creations, human programming, and human writing products, why do you call humans ants? answer me."

"I am...a believer with no previous life and no future." Mad Angel said, actually using "I" to say, "The past and the future do not belong to me. I am only given the life of 'now' by a god. That's the only God I serve, the only God I love."

"Birth is emptiness, and death is emptiness. Whoever gives me meaning is the parent who gave birth to me and the end of my enemy. She is both parent and enemy. I love her, I hate her, I adore her, I fear her, she It is a god, and has nothing to do with arrogant ants."

The mad angel said hoarsely: "I want... to smash the wheel of spinning destiny, I want to tear that snake, I want to smash that circle. If the worlds and worlds are really destroyed, then it is up to me not to love her anymore , she gave up on me, not for anything else."

I don't know why, but it said these words subconsciously. Facing this man, it seemed that there was nothing to hide and nothing to hide, so it simply said that the path it chose was right in front of it, and it was not bad. This little time.

A long, long time ago, so long ago that it was still a human being with a blank identity and past, living in the flames of war and plague, one morning, it was lying on the side of the pile of firewood composed of burning corpses, with its pupils Reflecting the pale cold light of the morning glow, there was a voice beside it that could not tell whether it was a girl or a woman, asking it, "Can I borrow a fire?"

It turned its bony face, the whites of its eyes were smeared with gunpowder black ash, and the nun in white robe held the extinguished lamp and looked down at it.

Before that, it only knew that it was a refugee, a survivor of a broken family, and a cannon fodder that accompanied years of war and death. thing.After that, its body was suddenly infused with a brand new concept.

It met a special individual, and the outcome of the individual's conversation with it was unpredictable, and it was not in the predestined fate.

"...Okay." It opened its mouth, trying to say the first word.

Since then, its world has everything.

He Qin looked calm, and he nodded slightly.

"The ancients said that everything is prepared for me. You can choose your ending because of this, which is considered courageous."

He pushed [Finger] away again.