The old group leader in the theater turned around after a moment of silence and chatted and laughed with everyone. Gongsun Ce slowly turned his head and looked at the man beside him.
Situ Yi was still laughing, smiling proudly and wildly.
"I am far inferior to the Glorious One in killing on the battlefield, but I am better in playing with people's hearts!"
"Situ Yi" died like this, burned by the soul-burning holy fire, and his identity no longer existed in the world. Even the best soothsayer in the world can only predict his death, because his role has been changed, and he has become the "leader of the knights".
"In the battle in the spiritual realm, I won. Now I have to face the final problem, how to perfectly play the role of 'McCurro'? How to perfectly retain his power? How to hide it from Loeningle Si, hide it from Alandia, hide it from you, hide it from the group of friends around me who are too sharp and too smart?"
He wiped it casually, and his face returned to McCullough's appearance. He said in the voice of an old group leader: "It's not complicated, kid. The most important thing about acting is to be in the play. You have to act until you can't tell the difference between true and false, and become one with the character!"
So I erased all my memories and personality, and covered it with McCullough's memory and personality. If even I regard myself as McCullough, who can think that Situ Yi is me? "
Situ Yi waved his sleeves again and again, and the faces of the knight and the actor came and went on his face. He was McCullough, and he was Situ Yi. The old knight smiled kindly and upright, while Situ Yi smiled sinisterly and contemptuously. The rapidly changing faces gradually overlapped, and their smiles melted together.
The scene in the theater changed scene by scene. "McCroll" was working day and night at the headquarters, and "McCroll" reviewed the defense plan over and over again. "McCroll" chatted and joked with the knights, and "McCroll" rested tiredly due to the loss of memory... When the bell rang, "McCroll"'s eyes were cloudy, and he walked towards the battlefield in a daze. His body is wrapped with silk threads, threads extending from his heart...
"This is truly the most dangerous moment in the play!" Situ Yi laughed alone, "If the arrangements for the siege of the Dawn Knights were improper and 'McCraw' lost his hand at the end, I would also be in deep danger. But if you ask How can you reach the sky in one step without taking risks?"
And his calculation was correct. When the play reaches this point, all the characters have become puppets, and the script has the power to truly dominate destiny. So "McCraw" fought with the Dawn Knight, and "McCroll" was knocked down by the final blow...
Then when the Netherworld Disaster struck, a gray script fell into the hands of the awakened "McCroll". Memories flowed into his mind again, turning "McCroll Wright" back into "Situ Yi".
He always has a backup plan, and even if he takes risks, he will never put all his money into it.
"It's troublesome to not have your own memory and personality, so I backed them up in the 'script'." Situ Yi said nonchalantly, "I was reading the memory when you were fighting against the Nether Dragon, so I couldn't take action. It’s really a helpless move to add color to the drama.”
Gongsun Ce felt that there was nothing under the pale skin that he was talking to. Inside the human skin was a demon made of malice and curses. It doesn't care about others, and it doesn't care about itself. It treats other people's hearts and memories as useless waste, and treats its own personality and memory as usable props. Although the demon laughed and cursed like a human being, it had no face at all, let alone a mind of its own. It was just a creature as ruthless as metal, disguised with human skin.
The amphitheater dispersed at this moment, and the color blocks of Mo Lake disappeared from the young man's field of vision. He returned to the world corroded by glass, and Situ Yi sat cross-legged on the head of the dragon. In reality, time has only passed for a moment, and the world has never changed from beginning to end. Everything is just an illusion caused by the formless god.
Situ Yi's big sleeves trembled, his hands clasped together, and he bowed his head to the young man. There was no sadness or joy on his pale face, and he whispered like a corpse: "Did I perform well?"
Gongsun Ce's nails pierced into the flesh, leaving streaks of blood in his palms. He stared intently at the man above the dragon, his voice as sinister as a lonely ghost.
"What do you think of human emotions? Do you still have any human heart?!
! "
"The most useless thing is true love, and the most fragile thing is the human heart!"
Situ Yi straightened up: "It's a pity, it's a pity! Even if all the mechanisms are calculated, the feelings will be missed after all. It can't be counted that the Knight of Dawn will give you his heart, it can't be counted that the hero of the sky is not afraid of danger, it can't be counted that the Seventh Knight breaks through in battle, it can't be counted Everyone in the capital worked together. The eternal body of the Netherworld Dragon finally fell through the fingers. The dream of becoming a king in the world fell short at the end!
Nine times out of ten things are not going as you want in the world, what can you do with all the troubles and worries? Even if you can't achieve it, it doesn't matter if you get it. "
He stretched out his hand toward the distance and shouted in McCullough's voice: "The disaster of Liuli has come, and the Kingdom of Morton is at a critical moment of survival. In the name of McCullough Wright, the leader of the Royal Knights of Morton, I declare the end. The sword emergency inheritance ceremony begins!"
——When the country is in crisis and the Seventh Knight is unable to fight anymore, the Final Sword will be urgently passed on to the other Star Knights.
The last Holy Sword Oath left by King Morton is activated at this moment. The holy sword sleeping in the ruins flew up, shooting at those who were still capable of fighting within the range.
The seventh seat and the second seat were comatose. The fourth and sixth seats are alienated. The third and fifth seats are on the verge of death. So the holy sword fell into the hands of the only qualified person, into the hands of the "leader"... into the hands of Situ Yi.
Situ Yi stroked the sword with satisfaction, as if caressing the skin of a lover. The power of the Glazed Disaster crystallizes and attaches itself to the Holy Sword, completely replenishing the power consumed by the summons, making the seal of the Final Sword intact as it was a thousand years ago. He lowered his gaze, looking pitifully at the sluggish young man on the ground, and at the only witness he had chosen.
"Do you understand? Do you understand? Do you understand?" Situ Yi asked slowly, "It doesn't matter, you can think slowly. After all, this is what you have seen in your life, and it is also the most grand and complex thing that I have led in my life. A drama. Finally we have reached this moment. I have fulfilled a long-cherished wish in my life and achieved my biggest goal of transcending this world. I want to thank you for your cooperation and participation.
Because drama without an audience is meaningless. "
The script opened again, to the first page. Gongsun Ce finally saw his identity. "Joker", "entourage", and...
"audience".
Drama needs an audience, and any performance needs an audience. The audience can only be people from outside, people who have nothing to do with the drama. The people of the Kingdom cannot be the audience because they have already been on the stage. The Lord of the Hidden Law cannot be the audience because he needs to become a puppet. The Hero of the Sky cannot be the audience because he is too dangerous to stay until the end...
And he brought a clown. Cowardly, powerless, smart, perceptive, deep into the story but unable to change the ending... the best audience.
Situ Yi held the script in one hand and the giant sword in the other, bowing deeply to the dragon like an actor taking his final bow. His voice echoed in the empty city, breaking the boy's last strength.
"This is the completion of the Mist City drama. Under the witness of the 'audience' Gongsun Ce, Wuxiang Shen completed an unprecedented great work. As a result, he broke through the shackles of the limit and reached the realm where he can stand side by side with the ancient king - —
The pinnacle state of world creation method! "
Situ Yi looked down at his stage, his city, and his audience with indifference and arrogance. An unparalleled momentum burst out of him, like a god coming to the world.
The despicable person who played with people's hearts achieved the ultimate breakthrough in a way that only he could do. This treacherous and despicable villain once used his strategy and ability to play with those beings who were stronger than him. Now he no longer needs to rack his brains to calculate. People's hearts. He became a formless god who separated from the world, and became a peak existence on the same level as the Dawn Knight. To him, everything in this world is no different than an offline puppet!
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Situ Yi's voice came from high in the sky. It was obviously very close, but it was not clearly audible. The world seems to have an uneven mirror, and both vision and hearing are distorted and distorted irregularly. Gongsun Ce's thoughts moved surprisingly slowly, like broken ice shards squirming bit by bit in his mind, each time bringing pain that caused the collapse of his existence.
Gongsun Ce remembered that a long time ago, before he went to the Capital of the Sky, he and his classmates were chatting about stories in books. It is said that the self-righteous monkey made a big fuss in the sky and was imprisoned in the palm of the Buddha. The monkey ran around and became excited when he saw the once infinitely high wall, thinking that he had found the end of the world, but he did not know that it was actually the palm of the Buddha. He was not convinced at that time and said, how could a monkey not see it if he was so smart? This was done deliberately by the author to make him suffer, and it should not be counted. The children all agreed.
But now I think about it, the author has no problem at all. The monkey is indeed smart, but the Buddha is much stronger than him. The monkey is lucky after all. The Buddha in the story locked him up to make him change his ways so that he could become a Buddha later. But in reality, it is not the Buddha who holds human beings in his hands, but the devil.
Gongsun Ce felt like he was the monkey in the devil's hand. His every move was a performance in the other person's eyes, and his emotions were all material for the other person's amusement. Their lives, their efforts, their tears, and everything were all performances under the control of this devil. In the end, the devil got tired of seeing them and kicked them out one by one. He also wanted to say something like praise, "You guys did a great job. You can perform well." Beyond my expectation, your struggles have even reduced the benefits I received. You are really amazing!
"…the formless god…the pinnacle…realm of creation…!"
In the end, Situ Yi asked him to stay just to be an audience for him to become stronger. Situ Yi turned them all into food for him to become stronger. Everything is his now. The leader's power, holy sword, and realm are all in the hands of this shameless and despicable person.
Gongsun Ce watched all this with an almost detached attitude, as if he had become a real audience. His sadness dried up with tears, his anger dried up with roars, and all his emotions and strength had been exhausted long ago. His heart was scattered like burnt ashes. Maybe the monkey just can't climb Wuzhishan, there's nothing we can do about it. He was tired and resigned to his fate.
At this time, Gongsun Ce heard a sound like a bubble bursting, and the last barrier left by Luoningles shattered. He blinked vaguely and saw people who were unconscious, seriously injured, and people who had lost their strength. He saw Roninlus getting up from the ground as if he was being lifted by a thread. He saw Orianna, her eldest brother, and Ai Landia stepped forward, like a marionette.
So that's it, he suddenly realized.
He doesn't want to let go of even the last bit of human value.
Situ Yi deliberately didn't kill them because he wanted to keep them as puppets.
“——————”
The moment this thought occurred. The ashes that once collapsed began to burn again.
Not sadness, not anger, not justice, not miracles. A fire born only of murderous intent and hatred ignited in the ashes, sweeping through his soul with the force of a prairie fire. The fire flowing in his blood was as cold as ice, burning the boy's body from the inside. Black blood dripped from his seven orifices, and dark murderous intent as thick as silt burned in the young man's eyes. kill. kill him. I'm going to kill him. I'm going to kill him.
[Kill] He heard a voice, a voice as cold as his own, a cry inspired by the deepest hatred. [Kill without mercy] Find a way and find his weakness. The memory was dug out of his mind with an almost destructive force, and his eyes naturally focused on the giant sword in the man's hand.
[Show Enlightenment] Thinking, thinking, I have never felt such pure killing intent, never felt such blazing calmness. The blood-like words were engraved in my mind, and the fragments of memory penetrated into my brain, causing severe pain.
Show awareness.
【Show awareness】
Those who show enlightenment hold this sword!
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Beside Gongsun Ce, who stood up silently, his strong desire for destruction materialized like real material. Situ Yi looked down at that ferocious face without feeling anything. The rampage of the Silent Phase Dragon Seed is reasonable.
"Farewell, good audience."
It's time for the chess piece to step down after completing the task. It's never difficult to stop the dragon's rampage. If the heart is cut out, there's nothing they can do. Situ Yi pulled the thread, shaped the crystal of the Glazed Dragon into a long knife, and shot it directly into Gongsun Ce's heart. With his current power, even a casual blow could defeat ordinary powers, and the young man had no chance of survival.
Liuli's long knife shot at Gongsun Ce like a divine punishment, completely piercing the young man's heart and nailing him to the ground like a nail.
"……I am going to kill you."
The dying Gongsun Ce slowly stretched out his hand and held Liuli's long knife. The crystal cut open his palm, letting blood drip onto his black clothes. Situ Yi didn't care about the actor's last words. He concentrated on the final finishing work to control the last few chess pieces...
Then, the boy's voice sounded again.
"——Even if I give up my life, I will kill you."
Weak and dying, but still carrying great murderous intent. The feelings were stronger than anyone Situ Yi had ever seen in his life, and the hatred was like the sum total of all wronged souls, making the whole world burn in fire!
An inexplicable sense of crisis surged into Situ Yi's heart, and he immediately turned around, without hesitation abandoning his control over the remaining people, and instead weaved an attack and killing technique. The technique that did not require chanting arrived first, and the threads pierced Gongsun Ce's head like needles, but were shattered by the invisible force. The young man with blood and tears looked up at this moment, making Situ Yi see clearly the truth that he had ignored. The glazed sword never penetrated Gongsun Ce's body at all. The sword was shattered in the middle, shattering the young man's heart...
It's his own power!
"Kill you."
Gongsun Ce stood up unsteadily, his voice was as shrill as a crow from hell, and his face was as ferocious as an evil Shura ghost. The black tears of blood left from his eyes and condensed into two knife-edge blood marks on his face. The hole in his chest was also dripping with blood, and the black-red blood poured out from it like an endless stream, turning into a catastrophic flame the moment it left the body. He no longer has a heart, and the interior of the void-like hole is as dark as an end, with countless stars shining in it!
"Even if I never get reincarnated, even if I lose myself forever..."
Gongsun Ce poured out his malice in his words and squandered his strength in his actions. He no longer suppresses himself, no longer retains his humanity. Everything is entangled in murderous intent and hatred into pure black, forming the strongest consciousness. Even if you give up what you should protect, you must take revenge on him. Must kill, must kill!
"Even if I burn this world to ashes, Situ Yi! I will definitely kill you!"
That is a thought that a villain who is stingy with life and afraid of death can never understand. It is a consciousness that only those who risk their lives can have. Then the true oath was touched by the young man's mind, and the shell of the holy sword shattered at this moment. The white and shining sword no longer existed, and the dark thin sword showed its edge. The dragon-slaying sword that brought about the end flew out of Situ Yi's hand and was grabbed by Gongsun Ce!
"……What?"
Only this time, Situ Yi really miscalculated. The three glazed dragons let out a deafening cry, causing Situ Yi to quickly recover from the shock. The Glazed Dragon is the former body of the King of Desire. Is it afraid? What is it that can even scare a monarch?
If the end of miracle is despair. What is the end of despair?
It's a sword, a silent black sword. The real terminal sword was held in the hand of the gray-haired boy, and the slender sword body was pouring out black and red flames like breathing. Gongsun Ce's heart had already been pierced by himself, and he should have died long ago. But a certain kind of power poured out endlessly from the empty starry sky, causing pressure to appear in his seriously injured and dying body... more powerful than the gods on earth, the pressure of a king!
Gongsun Ce slowly raised his head, his black tears of blood were burned by the flames, and the desperate eyes truly ignited a fire. The black final fire spread on his body surface, condensing into a brand new costume, and a huge black and red shadow appeared hollowly from his chest, and then merged into his body. The voices of man and god came out of his mouth at the same time, causing the Last Sword to emit a bloodthirsty sword cry. The supreme command was injected into its sword body, and the unparalleled power was released again after 1,800 years!
"[Eliminate illusions and evil, be peaceful and at ease.]"
"[Silent Phase·Breaking the Boundary. Final Sword·Silent Star Tribulation!]"
The black-red final power shot straight into the sky like a sharp sword, and the power to destroy everything made all life on the entire planet tremble at this moment. He is no longer a boy, he is no longer the powerless mortal, the boy who can only use "psychic power". He showed enlightenment and gained the attention of the gods. He gave up his life and gained the power of revenge. He is the true God on earth, the King of Silence who defeats the devil!
Gongsun Ce's body disappeared in an instant, and Situ Yi completely lost his existence. Everything in the field of vision was suddenly occupied by black flames. The child's snake-like slender eyes tilted sideways, and he only had time to see a meteor-like sword light. Pale blood splashed in the flames, Situ Yi's right arm flew up in a spin, and the gray-haired dragon species grabbed Wuxiang Shen's script, ravaged it, tore it into pieces, and burned it in the tribulation fire!
