kill those singularities

The author has something to say: I thought about it for a while, and I think it would be better to add relevant background and settings.Little angels who don’t want to watch can skip it~

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The blood moon is a kind of ritual, and the appearance of the blood moon means the birth and coming of gods. In the singularity formed by the dream of Yanan, there are several waves of powerful superior forces that are hostile to each other—the old rulers, the ancient gods, the moon god.Everyone wants to kill other gods, find suitable humans to reincarnate themselves, rule humans and control the spiritual world.

As for this guy Wen Shuo, after drinking a few potions he made, not only did he lose his memory, but he also got in touch with the spiritual power of the outer god, the Moon God, and began to be attuned.At the same time, because the old hunter injected her with the blood of the ancient god, she established a relationship with the ancient god and became the spare container of the ancient god.

The ancient god is always preparing for his awakening and resurrection. Of course, there is more than one candidate for the son of God, and Wen Shuo is just one of the containers.But Wen Shuo and the Moon God are attuned, no matter whether he eventually becomes the agent of the Moon God or merges with the Moon God, it will be unfavorable development for the Ancient God and will threaten its reincarnation.

Merlin was refused entry by the dream owner and everyone because he was too buggy, and Wen Shuo lost his memory, so he couldn't use the existence of the master to enter.So he's been trying to figure it out...and failing.

Witnessing everything, the online cheat said: Master, if you continue to follow the instructions of the moon god and kill the ancient god's son Mei Gao and his nanny, isn't that just as the moon god wants, and the two of you will be synchronized faster, okay? .So he led people to the Clan of Blood Castle, where Nightingale, who has been committed to eradicating germs, can at least delay for a while.As a result, I didn't expect to fight directly. (By the way, Xiao En, who basically knew the truth about it, rushed over with a tube of potion and other followers...

Little Jack hoped that the master would also be [conceived] by the womb, so before disappearing, he gave Wen Shuo the illusion crown, wanting to strengthen her spiritual power and the connection with this world, but unexpectedly, the spiritual body of Luna directly contacted Wen Shuo in advance , and just in time for Wen Shuo to recover his memory.

Okay, I'm done talking nonsense_(:з」∠)_I'm sorry if I caused trouble to everyone, Qunfei.

This is no joke.

If in the end the mental synchronization rate is too high and the singularity has not been repaired, either Wen Shuo packed the boss and brought it back to Chaldea, and evolved into an unknown species from then on.

Or... In order to save the world, she has no choice but to learn Arash.

world nuclear level.

Afterwards, Romani and Da Vinci can fight against Demon God Pillar and Getia in person.

There was vague dissatisfaction and disdain in Luna's mental fluctuations.

[What good will it do you to perish with me. 】

【There is no need to have too much nostalgia in the human world. When you stand still, you will never understand how vast the world is above life...】

[In just a few decades, it is too narrow for a small minority of races to stay here...]

Wen Shuo smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes, "After all, you don't understand the meaning of existence of the so-called low-end life, so you can just think that my level is too low. But I understand what I am doing now, and I am shouldering the burden. What kind of mission is I looking forward to. I can clearly see the road I have traveled and the road I will embark on in the future.”

[What is the meaning of guarding a few so-called "heroic spirits" who have been dead for many years and have never made any progress until they are reduced to ashes in a hundred years? 】

The master rolled his eyes, "Differences are different. I don't believe you haven't seen my memory. Is it hard to understand what I'm doing?"

However, actions such as saving the ethnic group are really meaningless to the gods of Cthulhu-they have no ethnic concept, and they only have themselves in the endless journey of seeking, conquering, and occupying.

And the acquisition of strength will never depend on others.

"Human beings are social animals... I will never be able to integrate with you," she lazily said, "Our differences are too great. Although I have dreams, my dreams are too small compared to yours."

In the darkness with almost no vision, Wen Shuo continued talking to himself.

"It's too small—my dream—I want to save the burned humanity, I want to repair the abnormal singularity, I want everyone to survive, no one can be missing, any one."

"In the future, I want to see a Chaldea full of laughter, no, it is best to see a Chaldea that has no use and has been disbanded.

Doctors don't have to stay up late and work overtime, and even have their own dessert shop. They read blogs every day and are dragged into blind dates by aunts.Matthew will not face a situation where her body functions stop collapsing, and try to go shopping and fall in love like an ordinary girl.Da Vinci can study her own little inventions with peace of mind and happiness, and occasionally win a Nobel Prize or something with the products of the black heart workshop.Fufu and Mordred chased Merlin around, and Connor had to go to school every day, and Siegfried, who had just graduated from junior high school, would pick her up after school.

Everyone in Chaldea can enjoy the best and most ordinary life after doing their best for this world.Of course, I will apply to the government for subsidized benefits, and then make up for our five insurances and one housing fund, retirement wages, and preferably year-end bonuses.

Then we had pastries from Dr Roman and tea made by Robin when we got together... but... never mind. "As if reminiscing from some kind of sweet reverie, Wen Shuo curled his lips and forcibly restrained his mind, "There really is everything in the dream. "

"So we can't get along at all." She stretched her waist, "Your direction is the sea of ​​stars, but my direction is a pool of water."

For a long time, Luna's spiritual body did not respond.

Wen Shuo raised his eyelids impatiently, and raised his voice, "Did you hear that?"

A puff of thin smoke floated by in the darkness, and Wen Shuo's eyes blurred.

Like a match lightly rubbed, a "poof" and a touch of gold illuminated the dark space.

It was the sun-like luster on the young man's head.

Wen Shuo paused, and subconsciously looked up, but blurted out: "Roland?"

It was a handsome and upright young man, with blond hair as bright as the sun and deep blue eyes as lake water, with beautiful features, he was undoubtedly a rare handsome man.

The young man smiled at Wen Shuo, but before he could speak, there were countless wrinkles extending from the corners of his brows and eyes, and in a short while his handsome face was full of grooves, like an octogenarian.

Wen Shuo was stunned, and the young man was also stunned. He raised his hands tremblingly, but those powerful hands were like withered bark.

Wen Shuo's pupils shrank, and he raised his head suddenly, his eyes burning like hot magma.

In front of her eyes, the rickety "old man" struggled to squeeze out a weak smile, and lightly rested his thin hands on her shoulders, turning into countless fragments like a thousand-year-old statue.

The numerous fragments disappeared into the darkness, and the shadow of the young man completely disappeared, but Wen Shuo couldn't recover for a long time.

"What are you trying to do..." she said softly.

Immediately afterwards, a tall, thin, black-haired young man flashed in front of her.

He was still holding a magazine in his hand with a dazed look on his face, and when he saw Wen Shuo, he was taken aback for a moment: "Hey, junior sister, are you there?" Before Wen Shuo could react, a huge creature's claws pierced him with a "pop" sound. On the chest, the figure suddenly turned into a blood mist.

Wen Shuo's eyes were filled with mist, she pursed the corners of her lips, and the line of her lips was straightened.

"Master..." Someone was calling her.

"Master... ahem..." The voice gradually became clearer.

Wen Shuo kept his face cold.

But when she felt her trousers being gently pulled, her body shook slightly, she was silent for a long while, and finally turned around slowly.

In the darkness, the orange-haired youth Jianwen Shuo squatted down and finally lowered his arms.He coughed up traces of blood, wiped off the stains on the corners of his lips with difficulty, and smiled at Wen Shuo nonchalantly, "Master, I'm so sorry for letting you see such an ugly side..."

Wen Shuo's complexion can be said to be very bad.

In front of her, the archer curled up on the ground covered in scars, and was about to lose his last strength. The young man bent his eyes, "...I'm sorry, I can't be with you anymore. I wanted to die in any corner by myself. But you're sure, ahem... going to be mad."

The master in his mouth looked straight at him, and finally said with a soft "hmm": "I see."

As if he breathed a sigh of relief, the archer slowly closed his eyes. "There are so many coughs, and I am not missing..."

A few pink petals are falling slowly.

Scattered in the space swallowed by light.

Ma Xiu's smiling face was displayed in front of Wen Shuo like a picture scroll, she said to Wen Shuo softly: "Senior, today is my birthday, I am so happy, senior, come to my party too?"

The girl transformed a delicate cake from behind, and held it in front of Wen Shuo: "Thank you senior for taking care of me for so long, please be sure to eat the cake I made myself..."

The corner of the white skirt brushed against Wen Shuo's calf, Wen Shuo stood there indifferently, without any movement, and Ma Xiu's sweet smile quickly became bitter: "Oh, there is no way, I can no longer be with senior and everyone. We are together because I..." She paused and wiped her eyes quickly.

Two lines of clear tears flowed down the girl's fair cheeks, and the tears streaked across the corners of her lips that curved brilliantly.

"It's great to meet senior, but unfortunately I'm going to chase after Mr. Robin. If there is a next life, I will be with senior again..."

More and more pink petals submerged the slender figure. At a certain moment, all the petals scattered in a blowout, and there was no cute and gentle girl in the charming pink.

Wen Shuo's face was frosty, and he pulled out the sickle silently, and thrust it straight into the dark "ground" in front of him, fast and ruthlessly, faint ripples appeared on the ground.

There was the sound of footsteps in the gradually expanding ripples, and a pair of men's leather shoes appeared in Wen Shuo's field of vision as if with joy.

"Won't you talk to me a few more words?" the man asked.

The master of Chaldea didn't speak, but raised his hand, put his finger on the temple, and pressed down hard, and soon the skin around the temple turned faintly purple.

"Okay, there's no way around this." The man chuckled, "Let me contribute at this time."

After all, the man took a step back and turned around, "I will leave Chaldea to you..."

Finally, the pair of leather shoes left her lowered gaze.

He began to say incantations she didn't understand.

[The time of farewell has come, it is to abandon everything in the world (ArsNova)]

Wen Shuo felt a cold stabbing pain in her brain, and the invisible shackles loosened slightly. When her palms trembled slightly and the pain reached its peak, she finally raised her head with red eyes.

——The man named Romani Akiman turned his head slightly at last, half of his face evoked a gentle and helpless smile, and turned into a brilliant but fleeting shooting star in front of her.

……

…………

Fake, all fake.

But it's so fake.

Her anger was also very real at this time.

Wen Shuo, who witnessed all this, had eyes filled with ice slag, and a storm was brewing in those eyes, and then a cluster of flames that could start a prairie fire ignited.

Shanhu and tsunami-like anger overwhelmed her, an active volcano rose from the bottom of her heart with gurgling anger, and a steaming flame erupted.

"Okay, very good, now you are stronger..."

She released her hand from her temple and closed her eyes.

[Human beings are so fragile, and one day will inevitably disappear, and so is the original you. 】

Luna's fluctuations were full of indifference.

【This is what you are afraid of... so much.But as long as you want, you can keep them alive in your dreams forever...]

[Come on, throw away human ignorance and fragile flesh... As long as you keep them, you will only be imprisoned and weak, as weak as a mayfly shaking a tree...]

"Fart." Wen Shuo closed his eyes and snorted coldly.

Blue sparks suddenly flashed around her, like little phosphorous fire.

"You should know that before I took over the work of repairing the singularity, I was just one of the crowd, an ordinary college student in the new century.

Like everyone else, in my life I have been complacent, secondary school, crazy, and frustrated.

Although I never thought that one day I would cross the world line and have a job without a diploma and facing a dropout, it is still a job that does not meet the imagination and is full of magical realism.

But I still accepted this prolapsed wild dog-like turning point calmly.

I had family and friends that I cherished before coming to Chaldea.

My best friend, Roland, is a douchebag who constantly stabs people, drinks too much, blows up shirts and dates, but when I need him, he can do anything.

My senior brother is a reliable man who is full of nonsense, usually cowardly and sad, but handsome and crying all over the universe at critical moments. Girls who want to climb into his bed can go around the school and chase him around.

My eldest sister is a tough woman like Marshal He Long who can fight with two kitchen knives and is invincible in the world. If two kitchen knives can't solve it...she will immediately take out her love gun from under her skirt.

……

If they knew me and knew that I was not doing my job, I was not running around in Chicago all day long, and the server at the black house was not fishing under the hands of the professor... On the contrary, if I was actively working and thinking about how to save the world every day, I would be too happy, and I would never want to Get the fuck out of me... I'm sure you'll have a party to celebrate happily, and then you'll be drooling on the table of the food stall and passing on your experience, okay?

...I miss them so much.

But, I can't go back, and I can't go back.Because in Chaldea, there is still a group of comrades-in-arms who have lived and died with me and shared honor and disgrace.

No matter whether they have been dead for thousands of years, or are on the way to die, but such a way is our choice, as long as there is one breath left, we will never retreat.

So you can't shake me.Your pursuit is too grand, it seems to me like misty clouds; but my dream is too small, it seems to you just a drop in the ocean.

Even if one day I will turn into a pile of loess, I will do what I want to do before I die.

And I have never regretted the word in my life.No matter what the past is, as a qualified master, I will only choose the future. "

In the chaos is deathly silence.

A burst of cyan fireworks flashed away.

"Disgusting, you won. You're the first dude to make me say so much crap."

Wen Shuo calmly wiped his face, a trace of blood meandered down from the side of his cheek.Her clear eyes stared straight ahead, her boots lightly rubbed against the ground, she picked up the sickle with her toes, and held it firmly in her hand.

The tearing sensation lingered in the body, the swelling pain lingered in the heart, and the acupuncture sensation densely spread all over the bone marrow.

However, her hand holding the handle of the knife was very steady, and the clear blue light began to escape from around her body, causing waves to appear in the surrounding space.

In the wrath of the emperor, millions of dead bodies were laid down and blood flowed for thousands of miles.

And the wrath of a prisoner—

"I'm done talking, get out of your real body and die."