Let the whole universe drop SAN together

This feeling is extremely familiar to Arthur, and he doesn't know when he started to gradually get used to facing this kind of stare that does not contain kindness... Although, it was definitely not like this at the beginning.

He smiled indifferently, and the extended 'limbs' located in the sea of ​​the capital Star Benosi saw more and more armed forces approaching the deep black sea in the distance.The light of the fire illuminated the world and dispelled the dark clouds in the sky, allowing the bright moon to shine on everyone's heads.

But that wasn't too bad news for Arthur.

Because the fight against the steel behemoths built by humans has never been these insignificant juvenile eggs that are only used to carry around, but other things bred from this decayed skeleton.

Soon, people on the sea level noticed that the deep sea, which had gradually calmed down, suddenly had an undercurrent.

Those floating larval carcasses slowly sank into the water, rolling up one vortex after another, as if something was greedily sucking down below, planning to feed on those pieces of meat.

In fact, if the raw materials are not considered, this scene is a bit like stewed bone soup.

But none of the people present would think so.An undeniable premonition told them that something was about to come out of the center of the vortex.

An old man who was still wearing a heavy crimson embroidered gold-embroidered cloak in this not too cold weather was standing in front of the open helicopter door with the support of his companions. He had gray and dry hair, and a pair of old eyes. Brilliant golden eyes that don't match her age and are not cloudy at all.

The young man supporting the old man also looked down at the sea under his feet, and asked with unconcealed fear, "What does he want to do?"

"It should be said what he has done."

The old man said lightly: "In the Federation or the Holy See, there should be internal support from the Zerg."

The young man showed a look of astonishment.

"The divine remains under the Benosi Sea are a secret known only to a few people. But now it seems that Arthur not only knows its existence, but is even better than us in using that body."

After saying this, the old man turned his head and looked at the back of the human army: "That woman Sabrina is also here. I didn't expect that I slept for five full years, and she is still sitting in the position of the consul."

This topic is not easy to pick up, the young man smiled awkwardly and embarrassingly.

"Is she here to show off? Or..."

After a moment of silence, the old man stopped expressing his opinions on Sabrina, but just lifted his clothes and knelt on the dirty underside of the helicopter.

The young man who supported him subconsciously took a step back, and knelt down as well, bewildered.

The old man ignored his movements, closed his eyes and began to pray to the unknown existence.

As his murmurs sounded in the sky above the howling night wind, the speed at which the underwater creatures emerged from the water suddenly slowed down.The moon in the sky seemed to grow bigger again, like a shiny plate, upside down on the dark blue dome.

The young man kneeling behind the old man was obviously so close, but he couldn't hear or understand the words spoken by the old man.He only saw the dark clouds that had been blown away by the wind enveloped them again, but they did not block the bright moon at all.And the silver-white electric light was shuttled through the clouds, making a bursting sound.In an instant, the dark night was pierced by lightning, as if it were day, and even the eyes seemed to be occupied by white light, swallowing everything in the surrounding night.

The python-like thunder fell on the increasingly turbulent sea level, as if a white seabird plunged into the water.The underwater creatures felt the threat, and suddenly struggled violently, while the pale skeletons surrounded by the larvae remained motionless under the majesty of nature, as if they were nailed through by iron nails.

The young man opened his mouth wide and unconsciously let out a cry of surprise. His voice was so insignificant amidst the thunder, even the sound of the surrounding flamethrowers and engines seemed silent.

At some point, another helicopter stopped nearby, and Sabrina Guevilla stood on it and watched the scene calmly.

No one could hear Antonio's voice: "Is this the power he bought at the price of being difficult to wake up..."

Arthur found a bench on the edge of the river bank in Kemingting Town and sat down, with pure excitement and anticipation in his eyes.

"What are you thinking?" A voice came from not far from his side.

"You are here." Worm said with a smile, "I thought you would stay on Capital Planet to protect those humans."

"What do you think?" Azathoth raised his eyebrows. Although he didn't look very friendly, he wasn't very angry.

"I thought I knew you very well." Arthur stood up and bowed, "But it seems that after you changed your body, even your behavior habits have changed...or the you I knew back then were not yours What about your true face? Perhaps my attempt to speculate on your actions is unrealistic."

"But let me ask, are you really not worried about them at all?"

Azathoth felt that he had not misunderstood Arthur.

The ruler of the Zerg seems to think he treats all humans equally?

What did he do in the past to leave such a fraternal impression on this seemingly intelligent creature?

He said matter-of-factly, "No, that has nothing to do with me."

"...if I didn't offend you, what on earth did you come to see me for today?"

Arthur looked really confused, and Azathoth explained to him very well: "You shouldn't do anything to Igor's friend. Although he didn't say it, I know he is very sad. It's you wrong, so I have come to you to settle this matter."

Arthur froze.

He didn't seem to think about the reason at all: "You think that human being will feel sad because of this, so you came here?"

The worm's tone was so unbelievable that Azathoth felt a little offended, as if his little sweet tooth was underestimated: "This is very important. If your death can solve the trouble, then it's better to let it go once and for all."

Standing opposite him, the worm that looked like an ordinary human opened and closed its mouth, and it took a while to say: "My death cannot stop the war. The next worm emperor will take over my position and thoughts, and plunder The instinct is in our soul, and unless the last of my kind is annihilated in the universe, the ending will never be changed."

As soon as the words fell, a trace of confusion flashed in Arthur's eyes, and he felt that this was not the first time he had said such words.

At the same time, a certain fear of the 'genocide' that should have never happened made his body tremble slightly, as if the next moment, the taciturn and calm god who was a few meters away from him would tear his easy-to-get along with The mask exposes the naked|naked and cold reality to all creatures.

How could this be?

He thought tremblingly, scenes with indelible bloody images flashed through the depths of his memory quickly, more difficult to describe than any imaginable horror scene.He has never experienced these scenes at all, but they are so real and terrifying.Although the Azathoth in Arthur's own memory could not be called benevolent, he could definitely be called tolerant.He rarely gets angry, and rarely expresses his likes and dislikes. He can only feel a little difference when talking to Arthur, which makes him always feel that he is indeed favored by the gods.He had made many mistakes, some innocuous, some deeply offensive, and Azathoth had never questioned him.

Compared with a living creature, it is more like a statue of a god worshiped by people, or a concretization of a certain concept.

It was also because of this that Arthur felt that Azathoth should not have gone to Kemingting Town for such absurd reasons.

It was also because of this that he couldn't understand why he was so scared at this moment, why there were so many cruel pictures in his mind that seemed to have happened that he absolutely could not accept.

Compared with eternal sleep, for living creatures, fate is controlled, memory is tampered with, time is deprived, and self-knowledge is obliterated... At the moment when you realize that everything you depend on for survival is so false, even if you reappear The molded life seems so beautiful, it is still more terrible than death.

Arthur doesn't understand what happened in the past, but he understands in this moment that death is not the end.

There will be no end until Azathoth lets them go.

**

What did I do?

Azathoth asked himself silently in his mind.

The worm in front of him was pale and trembling, looking like he was about to collapse from fright, but Azathoth himself had no time to do anything.

"Ask yourself this question." A voice in his mind said meaningfully, "If one day Igor betrayed you, what would you do?"

"This is impossible."

"Yes, yes, of course I know it's impossible." The voice said impatiently, "I'm just giving you an example, can't you substitute it in?"

So the god imagined such a picture.

The human being he likes gradually drifted away from him one day, and then suddenly parted ways at a fork in the road.

Perhaps the end of the road will end in blood.

There is an extra coffin, or a grave, beside him.

Just thinking about it, Azathoth felt uncomfortable all over, as if vomited bitterness from his heart: "I don't know, unless something really happens, otherwise I don't know what I will do."

Kill him with your own hands?

Or eternally break off the wings on which the birds depend for survival, and imprison them by their side?

or……

The voice in the god's mind snorted and laughed: "Let's change someone else. One day you bought a piece of durian cake, and after eating it, you found that the lemon you hated the most was sandwiched in it. You felt cheated by the cake, but the durian cake before It’s delicious, so what should we do now?”

"Your examples are terrible," said Azathoth, "and I don't hate lemons either."

"...This is just a metaphor, don't you have a brain?"

"Don't you know if we have brains?" Azathoth replied indifferently, "I probably understand what you mean, but now I may not make the same choice as in the past."

"But I do remember our conversation before."

"In the consciousness of the rest of the universe, time is a straight line."

"But for us, time can overlap or be rolled back."

"I'm so relieved."

Azathoth didn't care about his cynicism, and continued: "If this is the case, the current Arthur should not be the one who really got along with us, right?"

Perhaps at some point, He had killed him.

Or, the universe itself no longer exists.

But at the end of time, Azathoth's past became their future, the universe was reshaped, memories were changed, and the world returned to before the end.

And only the picture before the destruction remained in Arthur's mind.He couldn't understand why Azathoth suddenly left the Zerg and left, nor could he understand the gods' hot and cold treatment of him, because the event that led to the doomsday could never happen again, he was just a lost part of the future and took another path. Just one of the many beings on the road.