Assassin's Will [Quick Transmigration]

Soon after Dionysus was submerged in the vortex, the storm gradually died down, and the heaving waves returned to calm.

There was no sign of devouring the life of a god at all.

The ship gradually stabilized, and the flag of death was flying on the mast of the ship swimming across the Styx.

The water level in the cabin gradually dropped, and the assassin sat under the mast, panting heavily, but his face was faintly painful.

The person who jumped down just now is one of the few people in Shenshan who is willing to pay attention to him.

When he was the incompatible child of the abyss, he did not hesitate to talk to him and said, "I heard that you are the child from the abyss, and your name is...Jiang Ye, right, would you like to go to wine with me?" Will it?"

When he was a teenager, he always felt that he could do anything with his own knife.

After returning from exile, he became the main god, and he was no longer so lonely and needed to participate in entertainment.At that time, Dionysus took him to wine gardens, to harvest feasts, to large and small cities in the human world, taught him to play the harp, winemaking and etiquette, took him to see the beauties of famous city-states, and even Know, and pointed out his secret, unspeakable thoughts.

The God of Dionysus has long sleeves and is good at dancing. He is a rare shrewd person in Shenshan, and he lives a transparent life. He has taught him too much in the world.

Someone asked about Dionysus, are you familiar with Jiang Ye Xie Erlun?

The other party just smiled and replied: "It's some kind of friendship."

Jiang Ye would only tell the other party: "He is a guy who can still talk."

So no one thinks how close the relationship between Dionysus and him is, because Dionysus has too many friends.He is very good to everyone, so that, until the critical moment, it is impossible to see who he is special to.

But it was such a person, when the God of Prophecy exiled him, he resolutely went down the mountain of God, and rescued him from the land where the gods exiled by ferrying him for two days and one day.

This is the kind of person who just jumped off the sea of ​​endless ruins just to keep him alive.

So the assassin lowered his head, took out the bamboo flute on his chest, suppressed the trembling of his wrists, and blew a small tune as if in response to the sea breeze like a harp.

It seems to be paying homage to the passing of a friend.

That minor key is a harvest poem.

Come back, in your harvested vineyard.

You play the music of the harp and have a beautiful voice.

Sing, dance, and be intoxicated in the spring breeze tonight with your beloved girl.

The wind blows eternally on the sea, pushing the boat toward the shore, sails fluttering.

And the low singing of the harp sounded in the sea breeze again, as if telling an ancient story.

Ships run aground on the coast.

When Jiang Ye put his feet on the ground, he truly felt the return of power, turbulent and surging, flowing in the blood of the muscles and bones, and the people who sank on the far shore, those buried sins, the gods who fell in the deep sea, like an unreal dream.

Jiang Ye looked towards the sea for the last time, and said to himself: "I will remember you, and you will live in my memory until the day I die."

The assassin's grievances are clear.

Then he chanted a dragon language magic and sent it to the foot of the mountain.

It's just that his hands were clenched into fists, and his nails were embedded in the flesh, dripping with blood.

"what happened to you?"

"I had a very bizarre dream." Xiu leaned on the branches of the World Tree. It had grown so high that it reached into the sky like a sacred mountain, and its branches were overgrown. It was as powerful as a god king, and it was impossible to see through his position.

He has been here for nearly ten days and ten nights, perfecting his last piece of the puzzle, and finally rested for a while, but he still couldn't sleep peacefully.

"What kind of dream?"

"I don't remember, the person in the dream is not me, but I always feel pain here, what does it feel like." Xiu stroked his chest hesitantly, and asked: "...heart?"

"This is empathy." The graceful figure of the goddess of life was wrapped in a turquoise robe, with long golden hair hanging down, and ripples in her lake-blue eyes. "If God cares about a person, he will unconsciously connect his soul with him. If the other person has experienced extreme pain, he will naturally have a weak feeling."

Xiuwei fell silent for her words.

And his chest was always filled with sorrow, pain, and anger. These emotions were like boiling water, roaring in his heart, and when he realized who these belonged to, he felt a bit like a knife piercing his heart.

These shouldn't belong to the well-protected boy he protected.

What did he go through to experience such grief?

But when he walked through the World Tree, which was almost another sacred mountain, and set up a magic circle capable of supporting the operation of tens of thousands of years in the future, he saw a sudden change in the sky.

In the vortex-like red cloud, there is a long black pillar that appears from bottom to top. The living souls in the world are attracted by it, gathering into a terrifying force.

"The seven magic workshops have all been destroyed, and the barrier of the World Tree is about to be opened." He said to himself, "Fortunately, the priest has already withdrawn in advance, and what he destroyed was only the empty temple."

He knew that the delay would not be too long, and those who did not catch him under the other party's rage would definitely come to World Tree.After thousands of years of arrangement, his engraving has grown together with the World Tree, and cannot be destroyed by violence, otherwise the World Tree will collapse directly.

But the king of gods will never sit back and watch the holy mountain be destroyed.

Because that is also the source of his strength.

his dynasty.

The Goddess of Life has long been worried: "You have almost used up all your strength, how can you beat him?"

Xiu closed his eyes, but as if he knew his fate, he smiled: "So I didn't intend to win against him from the beginning."

The God King came with blood, wearing a crown on his head, holding a scepter in his hand, and wearing a golden brocade robe woven like sunlight, still bright and bright.

And the appearance of his robe curled up with the strong wind, seemed to be wrapped in extreme anger.

The World Tree trembled in the strong wind, and he said in a deep voice, "Hugh Sapphires—come out!"

In the crumbling barrier, the blond-haired black-robed mage slowly closed his eyes.

He said: "My catastrophe is coming."

Jiang Ye came all the way to Shenshan, and what he saw was a living purgatory on earth.

The formerly prosperous capital is now more than half empty. When the curse fell, those who had no time to run fell to the ground, their bodies rotted into ashes, but the sky was like blood, and the setting sun gradually sank.

He understood Xiu for a moment, he couldn't bear to see such a scene, it was too painful.

For Xiu, human beings are not animals waiting to be slaughtered, but existences that he guides with his heart and soul, and places his ardent expectations on.

Just half a day ago, golden pillars of light shot up into the sky from seven directions in the continent, and then dimmed in an instant.

As if something is collapsing.

One of them was in the prosperous imperial capital, his face was pale, it was the temple of Xiu.After he went there, he found that there were only broken walls and ruins left, and the idols had been smashed clean, leaving rubble all over the place.

Once, the mage asked him with a smile: "Do you know why I only have seven temples?"

He wasn't interested at the time, so he answered vaguely that he didn't know.

The mage said: "A lot of enchantment magic is related to the number seven. If I use the earth as my compass, then the center of the enchantment must be in the sky, here I am."

The sacred mountain is besieged by humans.

The calamity spread by the God-King has affected all races. In the past ten days alone, the population of the mainland has dropped by one-fifth.

Hunger, poverty, disease, fear, restlessness spread and swept everything.

The killing of the god king in the human world finally caused a backlash. Angry humans toppled the god statues, destroyed the temple, killed the priests who endorsed the gods, and fought for survival.

The surviving kings put on their armor and took their pawns to form a rebel army.

When they started from the kingdom and fought under the mountain, the team had grown more than ten times.

There are demigods, elves, and demons in the army, but at this time, they are not gods, and they have all become hunting targets, so they refuse to sit still.

The sacred mountain and the world tree towered into the sky entangled, surrounded by a mighty army, impacting the barrier of the sacred mountain.

One click, one click, tireless.

This is a struggle for survival.

The white-robed assassin was hidden among the crowd like a ghostly shadow.

Here, class, race, and identity are no longer issues. The survival of all human beings is on the front line. The Rhineland, which has always been a melee, suddenly twisted into a rope, which seemed particularly cohesive.

The elves are no longer arrogant, thinking that they are the people of God, but picked up the bow and shot at the enchantment tirelessly.

The orcs are no longer irritable and attack others. They know very well that if this war cannot be won, it means death.

The demigods are even more on the side of humans, exhausted by years of games in the God Realm, and at this time they are even more angry at their extinction.

In addition, there are dwarves, monsters...

"Fighting to survive—"

"For the Rhineland!"

The shouts converged into a vast stream, and the desire to survive made them launch an almost desperate attack on the absolute superior.

Almost tragic.

Jiang Ye stretched out his hand, and let the goshawk fly back and land on his armguard.

The eagle's eyes are where he can see. He saw that the surface of the sacred mountain was full of cracks, as if it would collapse in the next moment, burying everyone in the rocks. Golden light floats.

"Have you found it?" Jiang Ye frowned tightly, feeling extremely depressed and about to explode.He trekked all the way back from the end of the sky, but still couldn't find his way.

The goshawk shook its head, and it flew into the clouds again, screaming like a mournful cry.

Xiu only wanted to protect him, but he didn't leave him a chance to help him.

This is total isolation.

He wants him to stay out of it.

Red clouds dyed the sky, and the barrier that lasted for tens of thousands of years covered both the World Tree and the sacred mountain. Jiang Ye touched the surface of the barrier with his hand, and the electric current spread, but he didn't pull back his hand, and he was burned. Only when the flesh and blood were torn apart was he able to let go.

But all the gods who leave the sacred mountain are not allowed to step in again.

And beside him, human beings are still smashing the barrier in vain, as if they are trying their best to fight against fate.

The king held up the ax and smashed it up, but was bounced away by lightning.He is a demigod, but he has never seen an assassin who doesn't show up often. Seeing Jiang Ye standing in front of the barrier in a daze, he said: "Brother, smash it! Let those guys who can only enjoy themselves see, what is a human being?" courage!"

Jiang Ye looked at him sideways, a little silver hair flowing out from the hood, like a bright light.But the assassin's eyes were almost red, lonely and fierce, as if he was about to be deprived of something important.

The king was taken aback, moved by his madness, and asked, "Brother, is your wife dead too?"

Jiang Ye didn't answer, but just gave him a cold sideways glance.He is trying his best to recall the enchantment knowledge that Xiu once told him.

Behind the king is a raging crowd.The soldiers cut off their weapons, and another group moved forward. Countless people were injured in the overflowing lightning, and fell to the ground, and then others went up.

It's been a long relay.

The king seemed to want to talk to someone, and regardless of whether Jiang Ye responded, he said: "Before I came, my wife was dying. She died in pain. Before leaving, tell me to stop all this and don't let others experience it again." This kind of..." The burly man wiped away his tears, then slashed at it with an axe, gnashing his teeth: "I just raised my son, I plan to abdicate, and take her to visit the mountains and rivers..."

The middle-aged king is still physically strong and energetic.

He said to himself: "You said the end of the world, how come it came so fast."

Jiang Ye said: "Because this shouldn't be the end of mankind."

The king was stunned for a moment, but saw that he pushed down his hood, only showing his handsome jaw, but looking at the cracked sacred mountain through the transparent barrier.

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Fixing a cold face: I am a tool man, it doesn't matter whether I am alive or not, what matters is whether my goal is achieved.

Jiang Ye: Very angry.

This article is probably written about the "good" side of human beings.

Because I want to express too much, I am self-proclaimed.

In a time of crisis, if human beings unite, it is really a shocking force.What I want to write is that Jiang Ye walked all the way, seeing good and evil, he began to think seriously, whether the future belongs to God or to man, and finally made his own decision.

He is not Xiu's puppet, and Xiu never forced him to accept a certain worldview. The two came together through mutual understanding, even if they took different paths, they came to the same goal.

When Jiang Ye said "because this shouldn't be the end of mankind", he already agreed with Xiu's point of view.

Disasters should not be passed on in this way, the world will eventually belong to humans.