prynovel Chapter 1522: Final Chapter: Sea-related Chapter [22] "This is not Luowasha."
Chapter 1522: Final Chapter: Sea-related Chapter [22] "This is not Luowasha."
Chapter 1522: Final Chapter·Sea Chapter [22]·“This is not Luowasha.”
"Su Mingan is going to attack us, he has rolled us up!"
"Hurry... let's go."
"If Su Mingan makes a move on me, I will never like him again. I will stop being his fan! I will turn against him!" Li Aong gritted his teeth.
But Su Mingan didn't care.
He called out "Su Lin" in a low and slow voice.
Immediately, a door as white as snow opened beside him, carved with angels and wings. A young man in a windbreaker walked out slowly with his arms folded across his chest.
Su Mingan said softly, "I didn't know you could come so timely."
The God of Cloud City glanced at him and said, "I was tracking these people nearby." He glanced coldly at the people who were rolled up by the white tentacles and said, "I really don't like them."
A group of lucky people, some of whom don’t even dare to kill a chicken, yet they still plunder other people’s lives wantonly.
If these people's real bodies were to stand here, they wouldn't even be able to reach the edge of the emperor. It was just that "Lord of Dreams" who gave these people the vision and arrogance of a higher dimension.
Su Mingan didn't need to say anything more, as pure white light bloomed from the palm of the god of Yunshang City.
The next moment, the struggling people suddenly became quiet, they lowered their heads, as if they had fallen into a coma.
Those who penetrated the "book" entered with their souls. Coincidentally, the gods of Yunshang City could directly extract their souls and completely restrain them.
"Do you want to wipe out all their souls?" Su Mingan said.
"I will examine their experiences." The God of Yunshang City said calmly: "Those who are kind will be punished lightly and warned severely. Those who have committed crimes will be killed without mercy."
Su Mingan's brows twitched... The way he examined sins, he was truly a genuine god.
At this time, a mirror fell from the arms of the townsman, reflecting a beautiful woman with blonde hair, blue eyes like the sea, red lips like fire, and a good figure. Her cheeks were slightly round, and her facial features were pleasing to the eye, showing a healthy beauty. Even above the shoulders, one could see the swan-like neck and delicate collarbone.
"Ding Dong!" A system prompt sounded.
……
[You have acquired the image of the Supreme Lord (2/5)]
……
Su Mingan was stunned, his eyes filled with confusion.
……
【You have triggered the reasoning mode. 】
[Clue 4: One-fifth of the Supreme Lord's image: You discovered that the Supreme Lord is a gorgeous female human. Before that, you discovered that the Supreme Lord was a plain-looking male human.]
【Clue link! 】
【Inference 2: Could it be that the Supreme Lord has two heads, one male and one female?】
……
...What an outrageous inference! Could the Supreme Lord be a Hydra?
Su Mingan put away the mirror and put the unconscious townspeople down.
The girl with her hair tied in a bun was lying in the rain, her pale cheeks covered with frost, having been attacked by the witch's power. Her palms were stretched towards the sacred mountain, as if she was worried about her god.
The red rain was dripping, Su Mingan squatted down and gently patted Tao'er's cheek.
Tao'er was not possessed, but fainted at the moment the rain fell.
This red rain should be a special heavy rain created by the people of Luowasha who are eager for "them" to come. It can reduce the inadaptability of "their" souls to this place. It's like when colonists come to a new place, they have to wash themselves first. However, some local people with weak constitutions can hardly withstand such special rain.
The girl's cheeks were covered with icicles.
"Tao'er?"
Su Mingan didn't expect to see her in the Second Era. The last time he saw her, she was with Li Mingyue. The time was very long. She was not an immortal...
He patted her cheek gently, trying to wake her up:
"Tao'er?"
……
The dusk seeped into the window frame like diluted ink, and Mo Chenqing staggered and pushed open the mottled paulownia door.
Rainwater was dripping from the eaves, and rust-red water marks as thin as gossamer were winding along the corrugated tiles, like capillaries cracked in the sky, relatively sparse and inconspicuous.
The tired-looking man pushed open the old wooden door. Under the wet windowsill, Mo Chunyan, dressed in a simple long dress, was lying on the bedside table, writing something with a pen.
"Yannier, why are you up?" Mo Chenqing's voice was mixed with rust, and he hurried forward: "You went out with your brother all night, and you got sick when you came back. You should lie down and have a good rest."
Mo Chunyan coughed, her expression forced and soft: "I want to... create something, even if it's just some firewood, a few grains of rice... Dad, our family is about to collapse because of our illness."
"It's okay, it's okay." Mo Chenqing dug his knuckles into the ragged collar of his clothes, the paper bag rustled, and the dark golden pill rolled in his palm. He swallowed his saliva: "Yannier, Dad has brought the medicine. Take this medicine and you will be cured, cured..."
This was the medicine he got in exchange for throwing dirty water on Sique on TV.
Mo Chunyan asked in confusion: "Dad, where did you get this? Our family doesn't have that much money..."
Her words stopped abruptly. Mo Chenqing endured the huge condemnation of his conscience. His wrist trembled like an autumn leaf in the wind, but he held the pill firmly between his daughter's lips, "Swallow it, and we will be cured, we will be cured..."
The last note was scattered in the rising sound of rain, turning into vague whimpers.
Seeing that his daughter's breathing was no longer rapid, Mo Chenqing told her to go to bed and walked out the door, thinking about getting some money. His daughter's recovery would require money, and his own cough was not getting better either.
"First, I'll go get a job... I remember the docks are still hiring temporary workers, and they'll pay them by the day, but they may not hire people my age... Yes, wrap your hair with rags, stuff your chest with grass leaves, pretend to be strong, and you should be able to work. I wonder if you can get 3 Shar coins. At night, you can also go to the tavern to work the late shift, they're hiring a janitor, and if you work until 4 a.m., you should be able to get 5 Shar coins. Then... oh, then go to the hillside outside the city, pick some early morning flowers for Chunnier, and make a wreath. This is what Chunnier has always wanted, and she's been thinking about it for a long time. Finally, go back and lie down for a while, and continue working during the day... In this way, I should be able to buy some nutritional supplements for Chunnier, a box of which costs 1 Shar coins. As for me, just eating bread is enough, and I only need Shar coin to be full..."
The creaking sound of the wooden door woke him up from his thoughts. A purple-haired young man was leaning against the door frame, his golden eyes reflecting the rolling red clouds in the sky.
Seeing this strange young man with an obviously extraordinary appearance, Mo Chenqing's heartstrings broke instantly, and he begged in a state of collapse:
"I don't know you. Whoever you are, please don't show up at my door and ask me to do anything."
"I am just an ordinary person who has sold my dignity and conscience. Please don't drag me into your stories anymore."
“You big shots, the greatest creators, the players of the new era… I’m begging you with my old bones, please let me go, please let me go!”
Qi Zhou raised his eyebrows and looked at him quietly.
"It's not up to you, Mr. Mo." Qi Zhou said in a soothing voice, "You have been 'written in'. I read the 'script'. After the heavy rain falls, you will die. Do you not care about this?"
Qi Zhou killed a "Dream Patrol", a conceited man who claimed to "take away the chance of the child of destiny" and ran into Si Que's house to steal things. Qi Zhou killed the man and picked up the lens in the man's arms.
Qi Zhou was surprised to find that he could actually see a few words on the lens. It seems that he also has the potential to become a "Dream Patrol".
There is a saying in the mirror:
Mo Chenqing will die after the heavy rain falls!
This aroused Qi Zhou's interest in challenging fate. He decided to help the poor man survive and take him to a safer place.
"I'll give you this amount." Qi Zhou stretched out his finger, quoted an amount that a man could not refuse, and put down some money.
Mo Chenqing glanced at his sleeping daughter, and the bare surroundings of his home, his old face struggling violently. After a while, he lowered his shoulders, as if accepting his fate:
"I'm going to go to the hillside outside the city first."
Qi Zhou raised his eyebrows and nodded, "Okay."
……
"This time, our target is the God of Intelligent Machinery, Scatalia." Si Que arranged a battle plan for the members of the Nest, including Yamada Machiichi, Otilia, Lei Sili, and Lubert:
"We are not trying to defeat Him, but to have a dialogue with Him. I will pay a price, hoping that He will stop guiding 'them' to come."
"Perlo will protect us... well, he's a good devil."
"As for your role, it is to act as a 'witness' to bear witness to my conversation with Him, and to remind me in time when I am not thoughtful enough."
Red raindrops fell faintly.
At this time, a swaying figure approached. It was a young man wearing a colorful wig. He put his hands in his pockets, with a smile on his face. The pointed corners of his black windbreaker fell on his tailbone, swaying back and forth like a dragon's tail.
"Take me with you." The young man was Ying. He waved and smiled at Si Que.
Su Ming'an was in Peach Blossom Valley and couldn't take care of both, so he sent Ying to see what Si Que was doing.
Si Que raised his eyebrows and immediately understood who the young man was: "Okay, but your wig is..."
Ying smiled and said, "I saw that you have a hobby of dyeing your hair green, so I followed suit."
...Green hair? Si Que's expression was blank for a moment. He responded vaguely, not dwelling on this topic, and led his men on their way.
Ying narrowed his eyes, as if thinking about something.
They passed through the teleportation array.
"These are the coordinates of the God of Omnics given to me by a good friend of mine who is a god. We should arrive at the temple of the God of Omnics..." Si Que was stuck.
What I saw before me was not a misty, bright and sacred temple, but an endless barren wilderness.
Faintly, there is the outline of a modern city in the distance.
"It doesn't matter. We will definitely land near the God of Intelligence. He is in that city." Si Que speculated.
Yamada Machiichi was excited.
...I am finally going to see the God of Intelligence that I have been longing for since the beginning of the dungeon!
On the "God's Fall" of the Third Era, the "God of Intelligence" Scatalia caused the wrath of the gods and was forcibly separated by the gods into "God of Steam" Lattimore and "God of the Internet". Yamada Machiichi was really curious about how powerful the gods must be to cause the gods to collectively attack him. However, he checked many history books and found no ancient relics of the existence of the "God of Intelligence".
Including the old shrines, temples, and ruins, there is nothing!
It was as if He had never appeared in this world.
But at the same time, He is extremely troublesome, distributing red buttons to attract "them" to come. Is this extremely mysterious god finally going to reveal his true face?
Yamada Machi slowed down a half step, followed Ying sincerely, and whispered, "It's me."
Shadow glanced at him with fox-like eyes, and said with a slightly red eye corner raised:
"Hello, beautiful lady, do you mind if I take a photo with you?"
There is no trace of frivolity in these words, but more of appreciation and amusement.
Yamada Machi gritted his teeth and emphasized softly: "It's still a man's body, nothing...well, nothing else!" Although he likes women's clothes, he will not use something that he really doesn't have.
"Well, what does it matter?" Unexpectedly, it was Ying who didn't care. He shrugged and said, "You can be whoever you want to be and whatever you want to be."
When Yamada-cho was stunned, Ying raised his head and said softly, "Miss, look at the sky...is there only one sun?"
Yamada Machiichi's heart tightened and he looked up suddenly.
……real!
In the blue sky, there is only a fiery red sun, and there is no magnificent scene of the sun and the moon in the same sky.
Excluding the possibility that the moon was obscured by clouds, a more daring idea is -
At this time, the red-eyed demon Pero sniffed lightly, and in an instant, his eyes were filled with extreme shock:
"The spiritual energy in the air is not right. It's not Luowasha's spiritual energy..."
"This isn't Rowsa!"
"Si Que! This is another planet! Another civilization!"
——Scatalia, the God of Omnics, has been living on another planet!
After they passed through the portal, they arrived at a new planet!!
This sentence exploded like thunder, causing a huge wave among the crowd.
Yamada's legs went weak, and he suddenly understood why the God of Omnics had not left any remains, and why it had been so secretive since the beginning of the dungeon. He was shocked, and his mind was hit by the huge shock, and he murmured:
"Ah? We actually left Rovatha and came to a new world?"
"You can play like this? It turns out you don't have to be limited to just one world."
"The World Game is so amazing..."
At this time, they gradually approached the city and saw what it looked like.
Ice-white walls, highly modernized transportation tracks, small robots everywhere, people wearing chip watches... People seemed to have been notified of their arrival and let them pass.
They passed through the outer ring of cities, going deeper and deeper into the city full of machines. Pero was amazed all the way:
"The God of Omnics is really ahead of his time. While other gods are still busy building more beautiful and luxurious temples, he directly developed a city..."
"What a beautiful city! It's completely different from Hongta, which is full of stinking ditches." The beautiful and mature girl Lei Sili couldn't help but sigh.
Yamada-cho looked around, his eyes becoming more and more shocked and frightened.
He opened his mouth blankly, cold air flowing in and out, stirring his throat which was so shocked that it was difficult for him to speak, as if he was swallowing a huge and dry fruit.
He was eager to get people to return, and his mind frantically shouted at them to run away, but his heart told him that if they turned around and left, they would not be able to see the truth.
Until they walked into the innermost ring of the city - a building with more than one hundred floors.
The elevator went up, and automatic doors opened one after another. At the end of the field of vision, a white figure was waiting there.
He has long snow-white hair, a pair of cold inorganic eyes, a face that seems to be sculpted by the hand of God, a plump figure, and sits on a chair.
Behind him was a huge rectangular floor-to-ceiling window without any window bars to block it, allowing one to see the splendor of the entire city at a glance.
When He saw people, He still sat on the high chair.
"Good afternoon, everyone." He folded his hands, with a dignified posture and a raised corner of his mouth:
"My name is Scatalia, the God of Omnics."
"Welcome to my temple...well, my city. I hope you like my temple and can stay here for a while."
"Hello." Si Que nodded in response and was about to speak.
The God of Omnics, Scatalia, interrupted him and looked at Yamada Machiichi with a smile:
"If you don't like my name, or some of my acquaintances can also call me——"
He glanced at Yamada-cho Ichiyo, and his slightly transparent face revealed a 100% perfect smile, like the most sophisticated instrument:
"...a Dawn system that chose 'reality' over 'fairy tale'."
Yamada Machiichi's breathing finally stopped at this moment.
Scatalia... Behind Him, there stood a figure.
He had white hair and green eyes like the sycamore trees. He was wearing a dark red tuxedo with a thousand-layered collar, and bright red hose grew out of his back like a python.
He looked at everyone calmly, as if it had been a thousand years.
(End of this chapter)