[Doomsday] The protagonist does not want to save the world

"Now, please invite the newcomers to pray for God's descent, and pray for blessings!" the wedding host said.

The goose feather heavy snow fell on the guests in a thick layer, but it didn't fall on the red stage at all. Only then did people realize that this is indeed a world controlled by gods.

"The one I believe in is the god of death." The groom said in a loud voice, "I make a wish to him that I can gain power and eradicate evil gods." He glanced at the bride encouragingly, and drank the wedding wine with his head raised.

The moment the wine was drained, the groom's pupils became pitch black, an invisible but tightly bound throat of everyone, and the suffocation that only belonged to death spread from his side.

Death came.

The hand of the bride holding the wine glass trembled imperceptibly under the gaze of God.

"You are so happy, my child." Death smiled through the groom's skin.The groom had never looked so different, strange, powerful, and intimidating.

"Yes, I'm so happy." The bride trembled.She raised her head, and the wine flowed down her slender neck, "I make a wish to those I believe in, that I can gain power and eradicate evil gods."

Power is a wish that can be interpreted multiple times, and in general, it also shows differences according to the authority held by God.

If a believer makes a wish to Yuelao first-class, Yuelao is restricted by authority and his force is greatly reduced, but the love he is good at has always been effective.

Others only saw Yuelao leaving in embarrassment, but Supreme God saw Yuelao's red line never leaving the stage.

As the spokesperson of death, the god of death, his divine power is obvious to all. This is a well-designed sacrifice, and all believers use this celebration to make wishes to the gods they believe in.And the gods no longer intend to let Sea God use his little tricks.

There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd, "Death has come to the body!"

It was a huge dark gray shadow, thick and heavy like a mountain, drilled out of the groom's body, and the groom's body was instantly broken into splashing drops of blood.

There is a gray mask on His forehead, and the icy cold air comes out from the pores that symbolize the eyes and lips.

He is so huge that the bride is as small as a doll on a cake.There was nowhere to hide her trembling, and the fear of death tightly clenched every blood vessel in her body.

"You haven't pronounced my name yet, child." The white mask bent down from a height of hundreds of meters, and got close to the bride's delicate, blood-splattered face.

He didn't say anything, but Xiao Hua knew the message he conveyed.I will give you the death you are looking forward to.

"I, I, I pray to you..." She would die, just as he would.Under the shadow, Xiaohua thought desperately.She vacillates between two kinds of despair, and finally falls to the unknown side.

"Pray to you, Your Excellency the Sea God."

The next second, the Sea God descended.

He also manifested himself.It was an existence that could not be seen directly, and the mournful wailing sounded one after another.That was the scream of the prison ghost in the skin.

"Gou Mingyi" just glanced at it, and felt a sting in his eyes. He didn't know whether it was out of instinct or some kind of obsession. He widened his eyes and looked at such an existence, an existence that could teach people crazy with just one glance——

He is a transparent and clear creature, with long limbs spread out, covering the entire town of Mochizuki.A limb hung down softly, pulling Xiao Hua behind him.

Good——so beautiful, "Gou Mingyi" couldn't help the tears falling to the ground, it looked at such a strange creature obsessively, it was so pure and transparent, it seemed that it had never been stained with a trace of blood or shadow.

Its eyes burned like fire, and the retina of the skin was about to peel off, and a limb covered its eyes softly.

Do not look directly at God.

The god of death turned the mask to Seagod, and his voice came out from the gap in the mask, like the echo of the abyss, shaking in the sky, "Cthulhu, you have corrupted my believers."

He raised his hand, among the bustling crowd, his followers screamed, their skin began to peel off, hundreds of them burst out, black figures covered the sky, they were either bright or dark, their gray masks leaned towards the only Evil, God.

One of the masks even lowered its head, protruding towards the believer of the evil god, the bone-chilling air escaped from the cracks in the mask, "You should believe in death."

Soft limbs covered those frightened eyes.Obviously only the sight was covered, and the senses of hearing, smell, and touch were all frantically calling the police, but the believer was still crying, listening to the god of death tearing the last layer of peace.

"They are just prison ghosts. Who will you show your mercy to?" The voice of the god of death came from all directions, resonating so that the night was also buzzing, the flames were trembling, and the lights were flickering. He laughed loudly, " You hid those real foreigners well, but let these prison ghosts suffer for them."

"It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous."

In a panic, someone pushed down the torch, and the flame lit the red carpet and burned on the ice, in this doomsday-like scene.The other gods are no longer hiding.

The gods descended on their believers one after another, like deer, like dogs, like clouds, like fog, like falcons, like snakes and tigers, like plane trees, like dragons and phoenixes, broke out of the body, and there were countless demons and monsters in Mochizuki town. It's like a ghost walking in the night.

Beautiful and fragile against the transparent, cicada-winged Poseidon, he looked too weak to protect anyone.The long and soft limbs are woven into a dense net, intercepting enemies other than him.

The god of death grabbed a crescent-shaped sickle from the void, and cut it down without mercy. Xiao Hua watched the limb roll and fell to the ground in front of her, but soon, a new limb appeared. stopped in front of her.

She covered her mouth, trying her best not to cry out, not to appear weak.

"i71, is there any celebration today?" Duanze said, through the window, he saw the town was shrouded in a red veil-like fog from a distance, and figures were indistinct in the fog.

i71 hugged him gently, "Nothing happened." He said.His lips were moistly attached to Duanze's neck, and his eyelashes trembled thinly, as if this could relieve his unspeakable pain.

"Time to sleep," he muttered. "Get up tomorrow, and I'll tell you everything."

Again?Duanze seized this small loophole, but he didn't point it out.

"There seems to be such a time before." Duan Ze said, "I didn't close my eyes for several days and nights, because I knew that when I fell asleep, I would lose something."

"But I have no memory, so it's not something I've experienced in the past, it's something that happened in the future."

People often have a feeling of déjà vu, as if they have seen such a person or done such a thing before.This is considered a cognitive error of the brain, based on the reconstruction of existing memories.

Another way of saying is that the human soul is a high-energy particle carrying huge energy, which will travel to the future time and space when time and space are disordered, and then come back with memories, which is the reproduction of future memories.

"But I have nothing to lose, so it's you who lost, right?"

Duan Ze said.

He sighed softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing his weak god, "Let me join, i71."

Duanze turned around and embraced the body that was no longer able to maintain a human form, "Losing you is something even more unbearable for me."

"Gulu." i71 wanted to cover his eyes, but his raised hand was held on his lips and kissed.

"Didn't I tell you? Then let me tell you now, you are very cute." Duan Ze looked at i71 who had revealed his body, and the transparent and clear existence whimpered and hid the "head" in Duan Ze Ze's arms.

"Really," Duan Ze said, maybe he didn't even realize what he was talking about, but he just said this sentence driven by the premonition of the future, "No matter where you are or what you look like, I will recognize you you."

"And thought you were cute."

The Sea God retreated steadily, and the wrath of all the gods was still burning.

It lures believers with despicable means, so that they have to use crude and unaesthetic means to forcefully stage the play of "eliminating evil gods".

Has he not conceded defeat yet?What is he still waiting for?We will not tear you apart, the High is so merciful, only to teach you to be one of us.

"Gulu." A low moan came from Sea God's throat, but there was no sign of admitting defeat. His limbs kept being cut off, and they kept growing again. In such transparent cruelty without blood, " Believers" were physically pushed from the battlefield.

The outsiders whose identities as prison ghosts were suddenly exposed stood on the edge of the town wearing skins that did not belong to them. Seeing the ghostly shadows in the red mist, huge shock and fear intertwined in their hearts.

They are silent, they are clearly familiar with each other, but they are so strange that they make people feel lonely.

The temple began to collapse amidst the flames, and the final sound of the wind chimes falling to the ground could be heard from afar.

Someone started to cry, she was an aborigine in this town, and she still remembered her feelings every time she stepped into the temple.In her memory, she had lived so truly, and now, these memories, together with the temple, have been proven to be nothingness, ready to be overthrown, rebuilt, repeated, and reincarnated at any time.

Someone turned around, and the long knife dragged sparks on the ground.It's a swordsman, a prison ghost in the skin of a swordsman.

A swordsman carries a long sword with him and never separates from it day and night.His character is as hard as a sword, tempered harder with each swing.

He has been looking for ways to make himself stronger, so he must stand in front of everyone, leaving no room for retreat, until the moment the sword in his hand breaks——

"What are you doing with the knife? We have nothing to do with this identity." Someone said.

We used to be another person, with another life, with another joy, sorrow, joy and responsibility.

We're not swordsmen, we're not truth, we're not everything that's defined on our nameplate.

We have nothing to do with what is happening, what we remember at this moment.What we should do is to find ourselves and our memories.

"So what." The swordsman didn't turn his head, his knife was still stained with blood from the idol.

His voice spread far away through the red mist, and he was laughing, "So what, what I was in the past, so what, since I can't remember it, let's move forward."

"Let's be who I am today!"

He kept going forward until he started running, raised his long knife, broke through the red mist, and slashed at the mountain-like gods.

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