He was in the mist, and the sky and the earth were gray in all directions.
In the hazy field of vision, some primitive outlines can be vaguely glimpsed. The shape is like a castle left over from ancient times, and the temperament is like the creation of a cutting-edge artist.
It seemed that an extremely large group of buildings were connected together. Each building had a towering spire pointing straight into the sky, and each building had a gray-white outer skin that was the same color as the mist.
The young man's mind went blank.
I can't think of anything, I can't remember anything, why do I exist in this place?
The mysterious mist rolled up from his feet, without making any sound, and clung to his body surface.
Every entanglement of the mist made the boy's body become thinner, and every movement of the mist made his thinking more blunt.
The young man was unconscious.
He just squinted his eyes, trying to see the scene more clearly, trying to see the whole thing through the fog.
Finally, he dug out the broken fragments from the empty depths of his mind. At this time, the gray-white color had corroded his neck, and most of his body was gone, leaving only a lonely head and half of his right hand floating in the air, which was extremely funny.
"...serious..."
The young man whispered something, raised his lone right palm, and pushed it forward.
Then the invisible power stirred up and penetrated the gray sea. A clear path appeared in front of him. On both sides of this passage, the mist billowed up, hitting the invisible barrier, but it could not advance even an inch, like a wave hitting a rock, and had no choice but to retreat.
The young man's body solidified again, and the gray-white color wrapped around his side receded. He stepped forward, and the mist receded faster than before, as if there was a transparent and terrifying evil ghost on the road. Even they were ignorant and unaware. Terrified, he retreated.
He could finally see clearly the scene in front of him.
He was standing in the middle of an extremely wide open land, stepping on a road paved with red bricks. Dry and twisted old trees emerged from the cracks in the bricks, and their branches were connected crookedly to cover the surrounding area.
The faint outline of the building in front shows its true appearance. There are seven clock towers that are rhythmically moving like living creatures. A huge clock hangs in the center of each spire, and every time the hands cross the dial, the building trembles.
"Click, click, click."
The seven second hands point to 6 at the same time. The current time is 23:59:30. In half a minute, the end of this day will come and the beginning of a new day will come.
The moment he saw this strange scene, the young man finally regained his memory.
He remembered his name. His name was Gongsun Ce. He came with his friends...
The fragments corroded by the gray mist lit up one after another in Gongsun Ce's mind. He remembered the ins and outs of this disaster, and was so nervous that he almost trembled due to the content of his memory.
It's almost too late.
Only half a minute left, only half a minute left!
"——!"
In an instant, the earth trembled and the sky shook, and light bloomed in the haze.
A towering giant stood up from behind the bell towers. Its figure was taller than the building, and its radiance made the fog melt away!
But the light cannot hide the traces left by the battle. If you look closely, you will find that its majestic body is full of horrifying wounds, and its solemn face has been damaged by the knife wounds and turned into a ferocious appearance... Anyone can see it. The giant has gone through a hard battle and is about to collapse, but this does not prevent it from getting up from the jagged strange trees and continuing the unfinished battle.
The giant was huge, but his movements were not as fast as a giant. The Shining One raised his fist and smashed it against the largest clock tower in the middle!
The steel fist struck out like lightning was stopped in mid-air by the colorful shield.
The reaction force caused the giant itself to fall backwards.
Its iron body smashed onto the red brick road, stirring up dust. Its light dimmed, leaving only its eyes still flickering with a weak aura.
The icy fog rolled back again, but the seconds on the clock still moved stubbornly.
There was laughter coming from the fog, sounding like silver bells. It seemed that the elves hiding in the fog were also laughing at this useless raid.
The boy hated this laughter.
He hates the denigration of others, and he hates the ridicule of other people's efforts.
Normally, he would have found this rude person and taught him a lesson - but now is no longer the time to do such a thing. The young man ran forward with all his strength. He finally woke up from his confusion and remembered what he should do!
The distance of 100 meters was instantly covered. The boy took off in front of the bell tower and jumped towards the northernmost bell tower spire. This is the closest distance, the limit of the ability's range.
"It's not over yet!" he shouted, "It's not over yet!!"
He was no longer distracted from suppressing the mist, but stretched his hand towards the giant in the ruins. The boy squeezed out all the strength in his body and used it as burning firewood to let him stand up again.
Harsh the body, mobilize the spirit, burn the soul, and if that's not enough, give up the heart as well!
The tingling sensation coming from the depths of his brain made him almost scream, but his extremely dry throat could not make even a single clear sound. The powerless man slipped from the top of the bell tower, and the invisible shield was shattered at the same time. The mist rolled back again, surrounding him like a bed curtain, eroding his fragile spirit and stagnating his mind.
In less than three seconds, "his" existence will disappear.
He will melt into this gentle mist, just like everyone else not long ago, and the same knight who led him here...
Like everyone else in this city.
He took a second to think about his last words and found that even if he thought of some good ideas, he couldn't say anything.
So he planned to pass away quietly.
And when the next second came, he felt the pain coming. It didn't feel like hitting the mud, but like falling on steel.
It was the giant palm that caught the boy's body. With new fuel, the giant stood up from the ruins again!
Don't waste time, he thought.
"That's enough, Ace, trust me."
good.
Let's go.
"Ah, let's go! Let this final battle end!!"
The Radiant didn't waste even a second. The giant waved his arms, shot beams, kicked with his incomplete feet, and even used a headbutt.
In less than twenty seconds, all six spiers fell down.
There was only one weird clock tower left. He roared together with the giant, and when the last second came, he smashed the last clock!
"when……"
The three hands were about to point to 12, and the melodious bell was just about to start when it was overwhelmed by a huge roar: the fist of the radiant one hit the clock squarely, stopping the last second hand when it was halfway through!
The surface of the clock is no longer smooth, and the props engraved with time are broken as cracks spread.
They all thought in unison that it was over.
The moment the bell tower disintegrates, the gray fog will dissipate.
The long and painful battle finally came to an end.
With the ecstasy of relief and the excitement of having saved the world, the two of them looked at the bell tower——
The clock has been destroyed, but the steeple still stands.
Under the broken shell of the dial, there is a deep darkness like a condensed malice.
There was a dim light shining in the darkness, it rushed out of the clock and pierced like a dagger!
"Cuckoo~"
What they saw was a wooden cuckoo.
The production of the wood carving is very rough and unsophisticated, as if it were a finished product hurriedly produced by students in a handicraft class five minutes before their homework was due: the wings are only roughly carved with an outline, and there is no extension mechanism at all; the bird's beak is The sculpture is flat, like a duck that can't open its mouth; the color is even more messy, with yellow wings, a blue body, and a red head; this bird has glass eyes, but it only has one eyeball. It turned into a blind time-telling bird, not to mention lovable, simply disgusting.
Its size can barely fit into an ordinary chime clock, but it is just like dirt on white paper in this huge dial.
"Cuckoo~"
Out of place.
Out of place.
This is not something that should be here.
"Cuckoo~"
The sense of dislocation and absurdity is like a pianist appearing abruptly in a stage play, a juggler standing in the center of a musical theater, or a small wooden bed placed in a gladiatorial arena where knights compete, as if it is grand and solemn. In the social arena, the clown appeared on stage amidst the admiration of everyone...
Like the jeer at the end of a heroic drama.
The Shining One waved its giant fist, fired beams, and used all the means it had now, but all attacks failed to work. They just penetrated and failed to interfere at all.
They finally realized it.
That belated realization made their blood run cold and their hearts feel like they were falling into an abyss.
This feeling has never appeared in the past, but now I have just experienced it but I can understand it immediately...
This indescribable feeling is called despair.
"clang--!"
The deafening bells rang, mixed with the low laughter of the malicious ones.
The vibration of the big clock broke the wooden bird's support.
The cuckoo couldn't wave its unfinished wooden wings, and the bird couldn't fly into the air, so it had to fall as stiffly as a human.
It should have fallen into the fog and been swallowed whole. But the scene before the young man's eyes was completely the opposite: the hazy gray-white color suddenly dispersed, with only a few remaining forming a nest shape to hold it up. Immediately afterwards, the fog all over the city twisted and twisted like a typhoon with a cuckoo as the eye.
Gray mist wraps around the wooden sculptures layer by layer, outlining fine scales, condensing into a thick tail, slender limbs, wings with only a skeleton, a barrel-like body that swells, and a tiny head with only one eye - it's A new body, a real body! The petite statue is no longer there, replaced by a huge and terrifying distorted beast!
There was no longer a trace of fog blocking the view, and the real sky was revealed in front of the two of them.
There is a full moon tonight, and the moon is as red as blood.
In the ruins, strange creatures howled like weeping.
It spread its fleshless wings, waved its dry wings, crossed the top of the bell tower, and continued upward, upward...
Fly into the sky.
Gongsun Ce tried to raise his hands.
He wanted to rely on his own ability to make a last-ditch effort. Although his hope was ethereal, he could not sit still and wait for death.
This action failed simply because humans cannot control limbs that do not exist. The moment that life appeared, the individual named Gongsun Ce began to dissolve.
The flesh melts like wax, and the mind will disappear in the process. His two sleeves are empty, and there is sticky mud flowing in them.
After realizing his own powerlessness, the emotion called despair gripped his remaining heart like claws.
wrong. All wrong, he thought.
They had the wrong real enemy from the start.
It's too late now, the villain's goal has been achieved.
What we see before our eyes is a life that humans cannot touch, an enemy that is fundamentally divorced from common sense. People with talents can do all kinds of incredible things, but they can ultimately communicate and understand. But that thing is different, it has been separated from the scope of communication or understanding, and all things raised in nature, all life, and all knowable things cannot touch it.
That is not a difference in the way of existence, it is different from the origin of everything in this world, so it is invincible, so it is powerful...
Therefore it is unstoppable.
Disaster strikes.
The dragon is coming.
"It's not over yet."
Does he still have a neck? He didn't know, maybe he was controlling mud that still had some consciousness.
Gongsun Ce "looked" at the giant's head, thinking that the other side still had something to do.
The giant remained motionless.
It is the voice of the other.
A weak and gentle female voice.
Although he said very powerful words, he sounded like he was about to cry.
"It's not over yet..."
"So don't give up..."
"So, don't die!"
He finally saw the golden stream of light at the edge of his vision.
Liu Guang's real body is a girl with short blond hair.
She wears bright silver armor, with a pale gold garland embossed in the middle of the breastplate. Her arm armor, leg armor and back each have gold patterns in the shape of wings. A total of six wings surround the ring, becoming more and more popular as the knight moves. bright.
What she holds in her right hand is a giant sword that is so thick that it hardly resembles a weapon. At a rough glance, it is more than twice as long as the girl. The sword is entirely silver-white, but there is a thin black line in the middle. The hilt is wrapped with a bloody strip of cloth. , three spikes of different lengths protruded from the handle, like a twisted cross smashed into it.
The blond knight ran only on her own feet, but her speed was surprisingly fast. In less than a blink of an eye, she had surpassed the two people who were unable to move, and faced the mysterious dragon head-on.
Gongsun Ce only had time to see her profile.
The tears streaming down the sides of his face were unmistakable evidence of grief and pain.
Why continue to fight when we have reached this point?
He roared silently.
Don't go.
Come back soon.
You can't use that sword.
One person cannot do it.
"..."
No sound can be made.
Words without vocal cords cannot reach the girl.
He could only watch, watching the girl move forward in tears, listening to her sad sobs.
"I don't admit it, I don't approve it..."
"I will never accept this reality."
The knight raised his sword and pointed it at the dragon.
"Come on, Dragon of the Netherworld!"
He heard the girl say this.
He saw the evil dragon roaring down.
The mist that distorts everything erupts from the dragon's mouth.
The fingers of the girl's left hand danced, drawing one smart symbol after another in the air. The gray fog dissipated the moment it lifted, like a phantom light in a dream.
Immediately, he noticed that everything was changing. The dissolved environment seemed to have returned to what it was before, and the dissipated consciousness seemed to solidify again. The desolate ruins and the neat towns, two completely different worlds, overlapped in front of his eyes. Bringing an unprecedented sense of absurd dislocation.
He remembered.
That is different from the ability they use, another kind of power.
"Dragon-slaying technique, impermanent method."
He admitted his own powerlessness and understood that what he wanted was far away.
Despite this, we still move forward firmly, and even so we have to reach out.
What is built from this is the foundation of illusion and nothingness, and what is derived from this is unique delusion.
It is a technology that uses the power of the mind to enter areas that are beyond the reach of humans. It is only used to ward off natural disasters.
"Misfortune·Creation of the Realm——"
With the persistence of just one person, he can create the world he desires.
This will fulfill your only wish.
Achieve the miracle of transcending possibilities.
"The Heavenly Wheel Retrospects and the Falling Arc Light!"
She swung her heavy sword and slashed at the dragon under the moon.
The giant sword pierced the gray mist breathed by the evil dragon.
Cross-shaped sparks burst out from the tip of the sword.
The light was warm and soft, covering the huge body of the evil dragon, and even the blood moon was dimmed.
The world he saw was only the starlight of the cross.
Her voice came from somewhere.
"I want everything to go back to the way it was before."
…
"!"
Then, Gongsun Ce woke up from his nightmare.
He held his forehead with one hand and gasped for air.
Someone's shouting still echoes in my mind, which is the reverberation of the dream that has not yet left.
Since I took off my glasses before falling asleep, the scene in front of me was hazy.
It's like being in a fog.
Just like the haze three years ago, it is still there today.
