"——Brother, Orianna, kill that ugly god!"
Gongsun Ce's call passed through the chaotic battlefield and reached the ears of the two people in the machine god. The hero and the knight raised their heads at the same time, shouting with the will to win: "Leave it to us!"
There was a roar and explosion in the sky above the theater of the world, and the battle between the two giants turned the sky above the theater city of gods into a lifeless dead zone. The platinum-colored Miracle Chongguang shouted loudly every time he punched, while the defeated Chaos Director responded to every attack and defense with silence. The bodies of both sides have become scarred from the long-term attack and defense. Most of the machine god's armor was damaged, while the director's head was covered with cracks and his right arm was almost completely destroyed.
This is an incredible result. The director's body is more than three times the size of the machine god, and his strength is several times more. Even with the support of the Oath of Courage, the machine god who couldn't use any of his equipment should be defeated quickly. However, the theoretical strength comparison is completely different from the actual combat results. The director's attacks are often avoided by the machine god using his weapons and agile movements, but the machine god's iron fist will definitely hit the enemy's body.
This is thanks to the power provided by the Glazed Dragon, and this is thanks to the assistance of the Seventh Knight's World Creation Technique. This is because the Dawn Knight's spell is too powerful... If Situ Yi still has time to write a script, he will definitely give it to Come up with the above reasonable answer. But in the eyes of the two people who were present at the battle, the reason for victory was extremely simple, and it was a reason that anyone could understand.
The rain of screws that attacked in a wide range was intercepted by the floating cannon transformed into eagle wings. The mental attack that shakes the heart and soul is protected by multiple hexagonal defense walls. The ground of the theater city trembled violently, and the mountain of bones that fixed thoughts rose, and was easily dodged by the machine god who had anticipated it. Orianna concentrated her power on the giant sword, and the golden sword light suddenly grew to a length of a thousand meters.
The God of Machine possessed him, swung his sword, and the mountain of bones was cut off in an instant by the light of the sword. The Chaos Director Hidden Behind raised his left arm, which was a precursor to releasing the puppet-controlling thread. The machine god jumped up from the platform where the hero stood, and struck the enemy's left wrist with a swift punch, interrupting the unfinished plot in advance.
Indeed, the enemy is much larger. Indeed, the enemy's strength is several times that of our own. But so what?
Its movements are speedy but not dexterous, its moves are brute force but not intentional, and its tactics in battle cannot be called superficial, but they are not very clever either. The Chaos Drama God is ultimately an integral part of the Divine Drama City. Situ Yi spent a lot of effort to create it not for fighting but to assist the Drama Director, in order to achieve his immortality with his unique endurance. But in the eyes of the two of them, the core of the problem has nothing to do with all of this——
Orianna sneered: "Despicable people who only hide behind others and take advantage of others..."
"How is it possible to understand what a real battle is!" Mo Yuankai roared.
This is the essential reason, this is the truth of defeat. The man who controls the giant behind the scenes has no skills in martial arts, lacks tactics, and does not understand what "fighting" is. All his abilities and magical powers exist to control others and weaken them. A man who has never fought on his own is just a weakling with no power!
The machine god's heavy blow hit the back of the director's hand, and the broken steel splashed like rain, and an overwhelmed groan came from deep in the huge body. All the platinum armor on the machine god flew up and attached to the giant fist transformed from the "Oath of Courage", transforming it into pure white claws. The two people in the cockpit recalled the moment when they fought side by side for the first time. Mo Yuankai and Orianna laughed loudly, sending all the power in their bodies into the fist of this invincible giant.
"Miraculous Heavy Light Fist, overload direct strike!"
The machine god's fists turned almost transparent white due to excessive charging. Sensing the crisis, the chaos director lowered his head and once again sprayed out a stream of light like a sea wave. This time the machine god did not retreat. It strode forward amidst the roars of the pilots, and punched the torrent of light with its combined fists, defeating it from the center.
Just like the legendary saint waving his staff to separate the sea, the attack of the director god was penetrated by the unrivaled mind. The artificial machine god broke through to the other side of the light flow, and its fists penetrated the steel and penetrated into the body of the god!
"Give me...become the light!!"
Countless cracks burst out on the huge body of the Chaos Director God, and the scorching light burst out through the cracks, turning into pure light together with the hypocritical god. The artificial machine-god raised its fists high and stood behind the collapsed body, like the light of the sun rising through the ruined theater city and shining on its scarred body.
Just like when he defeated the dragon, he remained standing despite all the hard work!
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【Earthly Theater · Fading Heroes】
【Earthly Theater · Miracles Fall】
【Earthly Drama @ Field·Evil Deeds & Overflow】
[Earthly*&s% drama av (f scene·lai ygj&sigh 7Y6* starts, starts, starts, starts...! 】
The underground of the Divine Theater City was extremely chaotic. Gray and white silk threads were temporarily woven into a stage for the director. One puppet after another appeared on the stage, and before they could perform or sing, they collapsed due to loss of control. Countless words continued to emerge, and turned into the man's moans. Disorderly gibberish. Situ Yi's face had completely turned into a blur of flesh and blood, and his burned-out eye sockets had turned into two dry holes, almost bleeding with hatred.
The grudge accumulated for four years was released by Gongsun Ce with a sure-fire retribution, and almost all the power of the seal was integrated into it by the Avengers. The Duxiang Seal forced him to establish contact with the Avengers. The lies of the False Words Seal often interfered with his thinking, the Wrath Seal burned the spiritual light like a flame, and the pain of the Bitter Seal further distorted Situ Yi's spirit, making his director unable to Goes smoothly. This was a fundamental blow to Situ Yi. The Thousand Sons Curse Cannon destroyed his mind in the cruelest way. The director who has lost the ability to think cannot write at all. He now has no power and cannot use it. He can only struggle in pain on the ground, waiting to die like a maggot.
"Ahh...ahhh...!"
Wails that were not human voices came out one after another, and regret boiled in his heart like poison. You chose the wrong tactic. You shouldn't rely on a safe director. Even if you want to trigger the arrival of the Silent King, you should use seance from the very beginning... But now it's too late, it's too late. There's still one minute left for the Dawn Knight's Holy Grail. The broken Thinking can't think of a way. The Chaos Director and Drama God has been knocked down, and his immortality is about to be destroyed. They are no match for them in a head-on battle, and they cannot write new dramas now. what to do? dying. what to do? what to do?
It's death, death, death... that's death...!
Situ Yi's eyes widened in horror, and the knights and followers chased him in chariots, accompanied by blazing holy fires. The fear of imminent death caused the memory fragments to tumble uncontrollably, reminding him of all the memories of the past, including memories of singing opera in his hometown, memories of fishing by the river, and memories of visiting the imperial capital with friends...
And all that will leave him, and his peace will never come back. Because he is going to die. He will be isolated by death and will never have peace!
"--no way!"
Situ Yi roared in pain and scratched his face frantically. He scratched so hard that the spaces between his fingers were filled with pale flesh. His eyes were full of fear of death, but even deeper than that was the madness rooted in his heart. He didn't want to die. Death was despair, the end, the coming edge of the sword, and the never-ending fear. He does not want to pass away like the people two hundred years ago and be forgotten in the dust. He wants to transcend, he wants to live...
He wants to live! Live in this world!
"Never, never, never, never-!!"
The pages of the broken script were turned one after another, and countless pale heads disappeared into the pages one by one. The big script of "All Living Beings" turned to the last page in an instant, which was a blank page that had not yet been recorded. At the moment when the enemies rushed to the battlefield, Situ Yi suddenly stood up and fell to the back of the script. His body melted into the blank pages, and he let himself blend into the script of "The Face of All Beings"!
"The drama will still be staged, the curtain will fall, the actors are endless, and the music will never end." Situ Yi's voice sounded like thousands of people shouting in unison, "The script of the faceless god will be written forever until it records everything in the world... Man can escape from His theater!!!”
As the pages of the book turned, a manic suction suddenly appeared, sucking Gongsun Ce and Alandia, who were driving towards the script, towards the script. McCollough, who arrived later, quickly raised the flame to protect the two who were weakened by the previous explosion. This suction force is as manic as the wail of a god before his death. This time, even the dilapidated theater city of the gods itself has been sucked in. The colorful threads that formed the CD city have lost their luster in the strong wind. The return to the pale theater city is like Cinderella who has lost her magic. Everything tangible and intangible was sucked into the script in a roar, distorted, mutated, and corrupted together with Situ Yi!
"Write down the script, prepare the props, arrange the stage, arrange the identity, arrange the plot, design the lines, re-direct the play, re-direct the play, re-direct the play -!"
The frenzied murmurs echoing in the thin mist, Wuxiang Shen's script dissolved in his extreme emotions, and transformed into the basic threads that make up the theater. Countless silk threads were twisted into a slender human body, and countless faces appeared like scars all over this pale body. The human body was as long as the top of the previous theater, and the director's high hat merged with the body to form a long and narrow head that resembled a tadpole. The "face" in front of the head changes rapidly. Sometimes it is a sickly man, sometimes it is a charming woman, sometimes it is a gloomy child, sometimes it is a white-haired old man. Each face can vaguely reveal Situ Yi's former appearance.
He became completely malignant and fell to the extreme end of madness in a desperate situation. When everything came to an end, even he himself was twisted into a monster like the character in the play. The posture was extremely ominous, carrying a gloomy and cold pressure. If there really is a god in this world, it would be the appearance of the extremely evil god!
"I am the faceless god...the master of the theater!!"
Accompanied by the deafening scream of the evil god, the majesty and power of the evil erupted violently. Alandia's chariot collapsed in front of the excessive power gap, and even McCullough's guarding fire seemed weak in front of Situ Yi's transformed power. Mo Yuankai's heroic stance extended urgently and saved everyone's lives. Strengthen the second line of defense.
Gongsun Ce took a deep breath. He felt like an empty shell. The previous killing blow had emptied all his strength. He tried his best to stand up straight in the violent current: "Alandia, do you have any ideas?"
"Be prepared," said the Dawn Knight, "now is the time to surprise."
Gongsun Ce was stunned when he heard this, and then he held the woman's hand tightly and intertwined his fingers with hers.
The broken machine god came through the strong wind and stood in front of them like a mountain, confronting the strange and inexplicable Situ Yi. Mo Yuankai's voice was slightly weak: "I'm going to test it first, A Ce, you guys——"
"No need to test." Situ Yi said.
He raised the hands of his ugly body. Those hands were astonishingly thin, almost bone-white. Gray-white threads surged out from his fingertips, eroding the soul as they did at the beginning of every drama. Many spells were deployed at the same time for protection. Gongsun Ce mustered up his strength, swung his sword and rushed forward, preparing to launch a surprise attack. His steps stopped right where they were. The threads are still pouring out, more and more, faster and faster, like wind, air, vortex, like the world itself...
Everywhere, never ending!
"Silent Hui Division, Knight of Dawn, Hero of the Sky, Seventh Knight, Knight of Holy Fire. Character confirmation, identity placement, venue confirmation, grudge arena, no intrusion of external support, line arrangement completed, script rewriting completed -"
Situ Yi murmured to himself mechanically. He stared at the five hostile people, his eyes burning with despair. This is not a metaphor but a real phenomenon. He is really burning himself, his soul, and the principles that support the world!
"The gods twist the clockwork, and the machinery of the world begins to operate. All factors have been determined, all unfoldings have been recorded, and the drama will be led to its due ending!" Situ Yi screamed, "Miracle? Dragon species? Living and alive. ? Meaningless, meaningless, meaningless! No need to crack, no need to think, use absolute power to complete the play, 2.2 billion people's hearts support me, the peak of constant principles creates absolute, this is your destined ending——
The director's Creed: The End of Fate! "
Completely different speaking styles are mixed together, like dozens of actors with different styles singing a play at the same time. The performance of the mad god is as twisted as his existence itself. What can be understood is only the persistence of the director and the despair and madness that engulf the drama itself. His Creation Method is self-destructing, and the Creation World called the Earthly Theater is wailing silently, and all the thoughts that once constituted it are dismantled into the most basic threads. So many puppet threads are enough to cover the sky and the sun, as if the sky and the earth themselves have turned into the tentacles of a giant, imposing irresistible sanctions on the tiny humans.
The fire of despair burns on the threads, and the sky and the earth shake with the shrill laughter of the mad god. The world seems to have become a theater that is about to collapse. It will bring the director's malice with what is left. The audience was buried together.
The thread pierced the starlight, brushed through the holy fire, restrained the weapons, bound the hands and feet, invaded the body, and suppressed the hearts of all the members with the "quality" of the Creation Peak itself. The bodies of the five people turned gray, and even the machine god was buried in silk threads. God gained violence at the cost of self-mutilation, and he used that violence to achieve an end called "determinism." In the battles so far, Situ Yi's script recorded all the power displayed by the enemies, and that record became "identity" and "role" that fixed the content of the script. That is the absolute, the end, the fate that will eventually lead to tragedy, and the final manifestation of all the director's creeds!
[Sihui Si died in the earthly theater]
[The Knight of Dawn dies in the Earthly Theater]
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[The knight of the flame died in the earthly theater]
Five ugly silk puppets are hung up by Situ Yi's silk thread, and the text writes the final outcome. The mad god grabbed it in his hand and let out a maniacal and harsh laugh.
"There is no possibility! All the information has been recorded, and the focus of the drama has been decided. This battle is my victory!"
This is not the arrogance of the winner, but the careful calculation of the cunning one. He is a formless god who plots people's hearts. Even if he becomes vicious, he will never become stupid or dull. The maintenance of the Arena of Grudges determined that outside support could not come. The hearts and minds of the people collected at the beginning gave him strong endurance, and all the intelligence collected so far allowed him to use this desperate move. All the plans fit together perfectly, without any flaws.
Now there are no variables in the theater. He burned his life but can still survive. He will get five brand new puppets, bringing the entire Hezhong, Cangdu, and even the whole world into the theater. He will still be alive, still at ease, and still sit back and relax. Still the supreme formless god!
But at this moment Gongsun Ce actually smiled, his smile was light and gentle, just like Situ Yi who was explaining the script in the ruins four years ago.
"Is that so? I'm not surprised at all. After all, your creation method is said to be a chaos-directed drama, but it is actually a total control. What you care about most is the variables, and you will use all means to prevent the variables from appearing..." Gongsun Ce laughed sarcastically. He raised his lips, "But have you ever thought that the 'identity' you most like to assign to others will change?"
The gray-haired young man was hunched over at the moment, with gray silk threads piercing his body everywhere, making him look like a puppet on the stage. But the strength he didn't know came from made him hold up his chest. He held his head high like a proud young man and shouted from the bottom of his heart: "McCraw Wright, the captain of the Royal Knights of Morton, died in battle. The position of leader has been vacant all year round. In the name of Gongsun Ce, the follower of the Knight of Dawn Arlandia and the honorary knight of the Knights, I recommend myself to participate in the election of leader!"
The old group leader McCollough was surprised for a moment, and then raised his eyebrows in surprise. The center of the holy fire armor he placed his heart on emitted a faint brilliance. The light penetrated Situ Yi's threads and turned into everyone's voices echoing in the gray threads.
"Chief Mage Lorninlus Reclu, approved."
"Deputy Commander Gavry Hughes, approved."
"Fourth Siela Kyle Dan, approved."
"..."
It was the recognition of each knight and the old mage, and the different voices carried the same trust. The Holy Fire Armor entrusted the authority of the royal capital's senior officials before setting off, and this trust that could not be transformed into combat effectiveness became the strength of the knights!
Orianna was so excited that she almost cried. She shouted with tears: "Seventh Seat Orianna Cavin, approved!"
The last knight stood next to Gongsun Ce, his gray eyes filled with emotion. The memory that belonged to her was unsealed by Gongsun Ce during the previous handshake. The Dawn Knight looked into his entourage's eyes with a relieved smile on his lips.
"Second Seat Alandia Hellesan, approved."
He is no longer a follower, not just the Jihui Division. Now he has been recognized by all members of the meeting. He has truly become the leader of the Knights in the legal sense, that is, the contemporary master of the Holy Fire Armor. An untenable flaw appeared in the absolute director's drama, and the offensive of the director's creed suddenly slowed down. The old captain took off his armor and let the holy fire fly towards the new knight. He looked at the light leaving him, a happy smile on his old face.
Gongsun Ce put on his armor and took a deep breath. The armor was not a heavy object to him now, but he had never felt that his shoulders were so heavy, as if he was carrying the past and grievances of an entire country.
The power of this armor brought him unspeakable pain, as if he had thrown his body into the aging sun, and every drop of blood in his body was burned by the holy fire. But this pain seemed warm, making his soul as calm as a lake. So many knights throughout the ages have shouldered this pain, and they turned it into strength to fight against powerful enemies that threatened the right path. Their hearts and souls are the fuel for this burning fire, and their consciousness becomes the courage of the successors in battle...
Let him burn his heart to fight with a sword like every captain in the past!
The skills and thoughts that had belonged to the previous owner of the armor flooded into his aura at this moment. Gongsun Ce followed the guidance in his heart and summoned the long sword, slashing out thousands of feet of light and fire. The threads that bound everyone were all burned up at this moment, and Situ Yi's pupils moved erratically. The sudden change caused an unprecedented impact on his creed. A series of chaotic words appeared on the surface of his body. He quickly wrote the script and roared: "Change of identity...it doesn't matter! Revise the script immediately and start directing again. A mere character cannot leave my theater!"
Countless silk threads were woven into a burning sky, pressing down on everyone with a ruined fate. However, the golden flames surged with the roar, turning into burning mountains to block the sky.
At the bottom of the Holy Fire Mountain is Gongsun Ce's finger, pointing straight to the sky like an unyielding soul. His body and existence became as dry as a corpse time and time again, and was completely restored again and again by the immortal power. The massive vitality was transformed into calamity flames under Gongsun Ce's will, and the shattered calamity flames were transformed into calamity flames with the help of armor. Holy fire. The gray threads between heaven and earth are drawn endlessly, and they are crazy like monster snakes, but the golden light blocks all the threads, and even the director's will cannot defeat the light of life.
"Your creed is the foundation of the world? So what!" Gongsun Ce roared, "Listen to me! This flame has been burning since eighteen hundred years ago, and it uses the lives of warriors as fuel. Justice and will achieve power. It will eventually break through all obstacles and burn your self-righteous world to the ground!"
The mountain-like great deed was accomplished by one person's ascetic efforts. The flame was compressed into a rotating spear under his will. The golden spear tip burned and tore countless silk threads and penetrated the layers of the sky!
The idea of using violence to suppress people, retreating in front of the fire of life. Situ Yi can destroy his world to gain power, but the Knights of the Holy Fire are burning themselves every moment. That fearless sacrifice went beyond the limit in the cycle of death and rebirth, and the shackles of the director's creed were burned away by one person's flame. The broken machine god stood up again and defeated the sky with the spiral gun. Situ Yi's body was completely exposed to the swords of the knights. Gongsun Ce and Alandia charged together with their swords and launched the final counterattack against the enemy.
"[There are still flaws in the immortal power of the Holy Fire. The cycle of multiple resurrections will make the knight weak. At this moment, Jihui Division will be attacked and take advantage of the weakness to seize the body for the god]!"
Situ Yi thought about it, and he remembered the flaw that he had exploited back then. He controlled his heavy body to retreat, and he caused all the threads to divert the attack direction. Aiming at the moment when Gongsun Ce was exhausted and about to resurrect, the gray puppet string shot towards his head. He wants to seize the captain of the Knights again and repeat the success of that year!
"It's not what it used to be, troupe leader."
McCollough's long sword blocked the thread, and his sword edge was immersed in the sacred fire as powerful as a mountain. The instinct of being the envoy of the Silence allowed him to use Gongsun Ce's power to burn himself. He raised his long sword high and borrowed Gongsun Ce's power to induce the golden light. This sword is as bright as the birth of a new star. It is a skill that the Holy Fire Knight has been famous for for a long time. Soul-Burning Holy Fire·Ashes destroyed and reborn!
"Knights, charge!" the old man shouted.
The center of the endless gray silk thread was cut by the holy fire, creating a fleeting path. The road is located high in the sky, with no steps or pavement, so the hero's power paved a smooth road. Everyone who has been through the battle has long been tired and has no strength to step forward, so the arc of miracles provides them with the last chance.
Alandia led the weak Gongsun Ce onto the path of light, risking everything she had to run forward. The majestic seal turned into an alien black sword in Gongsun Ce's hands, with Nirvana, Tribulation Flame and Holy Fire attached to it with many seals and intentions. The two knights clasped their hands together and raised the flaming blade together. White matter and starlight wrapped the shell of the sword, making it look like the final sword.
The immortal power provided the strength to fight again. They chanted loudly as they ran, gathering the power of aura with words. It was the falling arc of Jihui Division and the dawn of Arlandia. The power of Jihui and Kong merged together with countless skilled experiences. They jumped up at the end of the road and waved their swords to the evil god together. Cut out the sword light that belongs to each other!
"——Double stars are destroyed!"
The black and white sword light rushed to the sky and turned into two similar but opposite stars. They conflicted with each other, moved away from each other, and finally came closer to each other under the pulling of the darkness, tearing apart the body of the evil god and merging together. Endless light and heat exploded in an instant, the formless god's body shattered, his blood evaporated, and everything that made up him was destroyed into dust in the starlight.
Situ Yi struggled with his spiritual light, trying to use Duhe's power to escape from the danger. However, just as he declared a few seconds ago, the battle at this moment was no longer possible. The sword light of the two men was carved into his eyes, and he stretched out his illusory palm, trying to resist the power of destruction and keep himself away from death even for a moment. He wanted to beg for mercy, cry for atonement, and do whatever it took to extend his life, even for just a few seconds.
Situ Yi almost spoke out, but suddenly he felt a familiar sense of absurdity. He recalled the time when the four of them went to the theater together in the imperial capital. The clown character on the stage waved his hands exaggeratedly before his death and excused himself with ridiculous remarks. At that time, Yan Qi was dismissive, at that time Qin Ming was confused, and at that time Liu Zhongwu looked disgusted. Only Situ Yi appreciated the actor's superb skills and sincerely admired the vividness of the clown's performance.
What did he say then?
Drama and reality seem to merge, and the past and present seem to overlap. Was he on his deathbed? Was he by the river more than two hundred years ago? Was he in the imperial capital more than ten years ago? The world is as absurd as a clumsy play, and only the viewers outside the play know the truth. Laughter, crying, cursing, and drinking, the colorful illusion was as confusing as a kaleidoscope. Only the light of the sword resolutely pierced through the illusory flowers.
He remembered, at that time Situ Yi said...
"It's really... a good show."
The illusory hand dropped at the last moment and disappeared into the light together with Situ Yi's face. No one knows what kind of expression the Wuxiang God showed before his death. He died silently and fearfully, leaving not a single speck of dust in the world.
But the gathering twin stars are still shining, they rise towards the boundless universe, blooming countless rays of light in the darkness. Like the dazzling stars in the Milky Way coming together...
It turned into a dreamlike meteor shower and sprinkled on the earth.
