Assassin's Will [Quick Transmigration]

The mage was put on heavy shackles and led to the Fallen God Altar.

Dusk seemed to be drawing near to the end, swallowing everything up.

The blood on the Altar of the Fallen Gods hadn't been wiped clean, it was left when the gods who tried to escape from the mountain were executed, and he also saw a lily flower stained with blood, exuding a bloody smell.

As soon as he was pressed down by the envoy and knelt on the Fallen God Platform, the sword of the God of War pierced through his shoulder blades, leaving a hideous scar.

"I've wanted to kill this mage a long time ago." God of War smiled with a scar on his face, "Dare to reject me, pretend to be lofty, and fall to human beings. His heart is to be punished, and he should have died a long time ago."

Xiu let out a muffled snort, but didn't speak.

He knew that if he spoke out, it would arouse the violent desire of the tyrannical god even more.

Death's sickle came one after another, drawing a hideous scar on his back.

"So what if a few humans die, I'll have less work if the hell is empty." The God of Death said with a worried expression, "Your Majesty's decision is so wise, why should you oppose it?"

The envoy who once held the cup for him raised the sharp awl on the candlestick.

The beautiful goddess held up her hairpin.

Even the servant who failed to become a god in the end bared his fangs to him.

……

There was similar ferocity on their faces, it was the hatred for Xiu who deprived them of the chance of survival.

"Go to hell, against God!"

"Return our sacred mountain!"

"traitor--"

But Xiu didn't seem to feel any pain, his head was drooping, half kneeling, his blond hair was scattered all over the floor, his once gentle face was stained with blood, his gilt eyes were still dull and lifeless, like beautiful lifeless jewels.

His wound was still slowly healing under the remaining divine power, but the next moment he was pierced by the cold blade.

The mage thought, ah, this is what the prophecy said about the feeling of piercing through the body with thousands of swords.

It hurts a little more than expected.

He also knew that dying in the magic vortex was the best ending.

But he still succumbed to that glimmer of hope. The selfless mage wants to live on for a year, a month, or even one more day. For this reason, he took the risk to activate the teleportation array, wanting to chase a trace of hope. little hope.

But now, facing the wrath of the gods, he is about to atone for his sins.

He has nothing to complain about, because they should hate him, because he ruined their last hope of survival, he destroyed the future of Shenshan, and personally drew the end of Ragnarok.

Every knife carved into the flesh and blood is his life to pay off the gods.

So he closed his eyes and endured.

This is his sacrifice, his repayment.

The God King seemed to be displeased with his indifferent expression when he was about to die, and he prodded maliciously: "Do you know where that rebellious assassin is now? He is at the foot of the mountain."

The mage's eyes suddenly opened, and the somewhat out-of-focus gilt light condensed.

"Jiangye..." he murmured.

"He is attacking the barrier with human beings, and he wants to hit the mountain to save you." The God of Prophecy smiled, and said: "How overestimated, when His Majesty the God King cleans up you, he will go to him, and the God of the Mountain Kill all the rebels and use them to fill the holy mountain."

The gods echoed: "This is the end of the rebels." And they were sincerely glad that they had chosen the right king. It was the right choice to follow the god king and not rush down the mountain.

But they saw that Ni Shen who was pierced by the sharp blade and did not show any signs moved. He was seriously injured, but he still stood up unsteadily. No one knew where he got his strength.

Xiu pulled out the weapons on his body one by one, threw them on the ground, and made a loud clang.There were many hideous wounds on his body, which could not heal completely.

Injured by countless artifacts like this, no one can live.

The gods seemed to have discovered a new continent, whispering: "He even straightened his back."

"The injury is so serious, he should die soon."

"The first few gods died without even making it through this step. Could it be that this is the main god? The gods can still live after their bodies are cut like this."

"What does he want to do?"

No one knows.

The mage's bloody black robe lay on the ground, and his hands were wrapped in chains, heavy and cold.The color of blood is like a beautiful flower, blooming wherever he passes by.

His dim eyes seemed to be unable to see anything, but he subconsciously walked in one direction, as if he was going to meet someone.

He left the Fallen God Altar and walked through the crowds. Some people tried to stop him, but the God King was very interested, so he said, "Let's see where he will go."

The mage's robes rubbed blood on the stone steps.But he walked towards the stone steps of the mountain.

That is the road leading to the bottom of the mountain.

"He wants to leave Shenshan?"

"Even if he leaves, he won't be able to survive this injury, right?"

"And His Majesty the God King will save us."

The God King still didn't stop him. He was extremely harsh when he executed the sentence just now, but now, he seemed very tolerant, even with a hint of mockery.

He knew that Xiu could not go to the end.

The pupils of the legendary archmage focused slightly, and he saw a hideous crack on the endless stairs.

The sacred mountain is shaking, and disaster is coming.The dusk is coming to an end, and no one knows whether it will be the eternal polar night or the usual sun rise and moon set.

And he still walked on.

Step by step.

He came here with his last breath, if he didn't have this breath, he would have died on the Fallen God Altar long ago.

But he still remembers that he wants to live, and live to meet someone.

Whatever he promised to do, he must do it.

He had never lied to Jiang Ye in his entire life.

Can't miss the appointment, can't miss the appointment.

The blood-like glow covered his back with splendor, but he couldn't tell whether it was the glow or the blood that flowed.

The winding black robe rubbed against the white jade-like stone steps, leaving deep and shallow bloodstains.

Too tragic, too tragic.

If in the population of human bards, he would be described as the kindling of mankind, the savior of the world, the true god, with a heart of compassion, fraternity and kindness.

In order to save mankind, the merciful god pierces his heart with thousands of swords, but he is still worried about the safety of the human rebel army under the sacred mountain.

This is a romantic epic, a distant legend, and a favorite ballad of bards.

And he took only a few steps before falling down.

He knelt on the steps, his blond hair scattered all over the floor, looking dull.And in his thin body, there seemed to be some strength. He supported his body with his blood-stained fingers, and stood up again, like a piece of floating, fragile wandering soul.

There is the sound of barriers colliding in my ears. The barrier of tens of thousands of years is the longest and hardest existence on the mountain, and it has not been broken even if the abyss invaded.

He couldn't see anything, he stumbled, and the road he walked was stained with divine blood.

But he still walked down firmly, the years of those solitary lamps shining and hanging each other, seemed to have been gone for a long time, but it seemed that they had never left.

Then the one who stained his pale past was the young man with silver hair and white robe.

Smiles and anger, anger and joy, turning around, and looking back, are all written in his memory.

The Archmage has never been so close to a "human" for a moment.

He was thinking that when he walked down the mountain in the night, it might be very similar to his current feeling.

The whole world is an enemy, lonely forever.

But the Archmage will not regret what he has done.

His achievements, his crimes, no one commented.

Only the evergreen World Tree will thank him for his will and admire his devotion.

When his divine power was overdrawn to the end, he felt that his body had collapsed, like a mountain about to fall, he raised his head slightly, and with a last look, he was still looking at the world.

When the eternal darkness fell, he finally fell down.

Before his body touched the ground, it turned into tiny light spots all over the sky, flying to the sky, to the place where he was dreaming.

The barrier of Shenshan was broken.

At that moment, the coalition forces at the foot of Shenshan fell into a sea of ​​jubilation, and then realized that they were facing a greater crisis, and took up weapons one after another, preparing to rush to Shenshan.

What appeared in front of them was a staircase that traversed the holy mountain, soaring into the sky, stretching to the top of the mountain, with no end in sight.

But Jiang Ye landed on the stairs, raised his head slightly amidst the jubilation of the crowd, and looked at the sky.

He saw the golden light flying towards the sky, like a dream.

Suddenly, I felt my heart sank suddenly, as if it had been dug out by someone, it was empty and windy.

The next moment, his silver eyes shrank, and he almost knelt down on the long steps, covering the back of his neck, only feeling that something grew out of his flesh and branded on his soul.

"Uh-"

He covered the scorching back of his neck, but felt a trace, burning on the flesh.It was like Xiu's brand - Thorn Flame.

At the same time, a familiar force poured into his limbs and bones, allowing him to instantly recover from the excessive force he used to hit the barrier, and even become stronger.

"Are you alright? Master Assassin?" Someone had recognized the Assassin's god long ago, and was extremely grateful to the Assassin standing in their camp. Seeing the almost pained expression on his face, he asked hastily.

The rebel army already has a backbone invisibly.

They were waiting for Jiang Ye, waiting for his order, and they could kill the mountain.

Inserting Ye's fingers into the stone steps, crushing Shuo Shuo stone powder, a kind of grief that almost tore his chest spread to his limbs, as if to herald someone's departure.

A ray of golden light did not fly into the sky, but flowed to his side, and was still gently surrounding him.

Jiang Ye reached out to touch it, and the golden spot of light condensed into a human shape at his fingertips.

Blonde hair and black robe, gilt eyes, gentle face.

"Xiu..." Jiang Ye called his name with a hoarse voice.

He shook his head, didn't answer, just reached out and brushed his cheek.

It's like being blown by a cold wind, it's unreal and unbelievable.

The back of Jiang Ye's neck still hurt like it was burning, but his mind and eyes were full of the mage's shadow.

He was completely panicked, with a look of helplessness on his handsome face, trying to hold those nearly broken streamers in his palm, but it was in vain.The golden streamer is like quicksand between fingers, it just disperses once it is gathered.

His expression was still a little dazed, as if he didn't understand why he disappeared.

For the first time since his youth, the assassin showed such a helpless expression like a wet abandoned cat.

The mage floated in mid-air, like a transparent shadow.

He wanted to explain his funeral calmly and rationally, but Jiang Ye opened his eyes wide and was crying unconsciously.

Suddenly I couldn't say anything.

He wanted to entrust the human race to him, and he wanted to tell him the rest of the strategy.

But at this moment, his emotions overcame his reason for the first time, he leaned over and hugged his neck, and then pressed his forehead between his foreheads, exhorting as if worried.

"Jiang Ye, go far away, use the power I gave you, and leave this world... From then on, the sky will be high and the sea will be wide..."

"……you're free."

His voice was light and ethereal.

"where are you going?"

"..." There was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"Are you leaving?" Jiang Ye gritted his teeth, his eyes were red and almost bleeding: "Liar."

The assassin's voice was low and hoarse, but choked and almost broken.

He reached out, trying to grab him into his arms and hug him.

But all this is in vain.

He couldn't grasp the quicksand between his fingers, and he couldn't stop the flowing time.

Part of Xiu's power flowed into the mark on the back of his neck.

But the soul drifted away in front of him, turning into golden light that filled the sky.

The breeze blows, and there is no trace between the sky and the earth.

Jiang Ye never realized what a real parting is like.But at this moment, he felt like a bang, his whole body was completely cold, he couldn't control his expression, he couldn't control the trembling of his body, he lost his voice and all his language.

God's death is eternity.

They are eternal beings, and if they die, they will naturally not enter reincarnation.

At this moment, he completely lost the most important person.

His light, his Lord God, his best friend, his best love.

It was as if the world lost its color in an instant, and his soul was also taken up into the sky by him, even if he wanted him to chase him to death in the next moment, Jiang Ye could stab his heart with the rebellion without hesitation.

But with the influx of power, what really pulled him down from the line of life and death were a few blood-red and shattered images.

When Xiu left, the remaining memories melted into his body uncontrollably, and the picture that appeared in front of his eyes almost broke his heart.

The assassin's expression was ferocious, and the hand holding the dagger was trembling in pain. He couldn't imagine how painful it would be to be pierced by Wan Jian.

And he still has to walk down the long stairs, fall and get up again, just to take a look at him, and at the rebel army under the mountain.

How much he wanted to take a look at the world.

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Provide paper towels to wipe away tears, don't cry, hold on!

Repairing this image is actually a bit close to Prometheus who stole fire.

But what he keeps is the human fire, so he has strict and precise arrangements for everything, even his own death.His only selfishness, the only exception, the only one that had been carefully arranged but out of his control, was Jiang Ye.

He has so many divinities and finally has some human performances before he dies, wanting to live, not wanting to die, selfish, loving, protecting...

But it was too late, he saved one group, and he also had to pay the price for the death of another group.

After writing the legend, his image is complete.

Although it is very likely that it is just my own self-indulgence (hey) because it is too abused and too long, there may be many relatives who are not able to accept abuse.

But what I want to say is that Xiu is actually a very good person. His struggle between divinity and humanity, his choice, his betrayal, his wisdom and his sacrifice are all things I like very much.

For the sake of truth and order, and for the balance of the world, he can regard himself as a tool man, and he can calmly calculate his life.

But the plan couldn't keep up with the changes, but because of his feelings, he had the desire to live, the desire to be a human being.

This desire supported him step by step down the mountain, into the world, and toward Jiang Ye.

It's a pity he won't live there, so his final arrangements are activated.

"If I die, I will give him my last strength, so that he can leave this world line safely and gain complete freedom"

Thousands of years of teaching, protection, companionship, friendship, and other things made him feel sorry for Jiang Ye from the first meeting to the last moment.

Is it love?I don't know, maybe there is something more solemn than love.

The next thing that goes live is Night of the Avengers, the first countdown to the end of the world.