There was no color on Zhu Tao's face as he stared at An Yu, but instead of telling him to be careful as before, he said slowly and calmly: "Please advise Lu, I don't know what he should do rightly, he He can’t save the world, but I hope he can at least let himself go.”
The mechanical wings slowly descended with An Yu, reaching the dark center of the earth.
When descending, Dian reminded An Yu: [Law is similar to Sienna and will be related to the earth. 】
The loess figurines lining the road are tall and formidable. Although they don't have a grotesque appearance, they exude a shocking sense of oppression.
An Yu held a torch and walked forward slowly.
——Dian, I heard Ling Qiu say that the center of the earth is supposed to be hot, but here it is cold and dark.
[Well, because this is his heart. 】
——These human figurines are not as aggressive as Tang Feng said.
【Because you are the one who comes. 】
--Why? In the fable, it is difficult for him to integrate due to the rebellion of chaos. The body of chaos should reject the approach of the body of order.
[I think Ritsu is still holding on to his will. 】
[The body of chaos certainly resists the arrival of the body of order. 】
【Kelu never rejects you. 】
An Yu paused slightly.
In the dark canyon, there was only a cluster of sparkling fire above the head.
——What exactly is the innocence rack?
[The core of it is self-punishment. This is not the first time a chaotic rebellion has occurred. In His ancient memory, a weak god who refused to surrender built himself a torture rack and trapped himself on it for eternity, lest he turn around and embrace sin. The resolute god created a mechanism for the torture frame - every harm suffered by the torture frame will be transferred to the people on the torture frame to bear. Therefore, once an innocent person is bound to it, he will never be able to obtain redemption. To eliminate death in exchange for relief. 】
…
[An Yu, are you listening? 】
--Um.
An Yu raised his head and continued walking forward.
The faint firelight above his head illuminated the small corner beside him, and there was boundless darkness in front of and behind him.
He suddenly wanted to hug his commander.
It was so cold and lonely, but it allowed a person to recklessly break into his world with a light.
An Yu lowered his eyes, took off his leather gloves, and threw them into the darkness.
On the long road, endless human figurines watched in silence, the wind sounded shrilly in the ravine, but the fire above his head was never blown out, until he finally arrived at the ruined temple.
The mottled ruins seemed familiar, it was the dark tower that he had seen when he was peeking into Qin Zhilu's memory.
[The tower of chaos was trampled into ruins, and an innocent torture rack stood on top of the ruins. This was his sharpest resistance to the chaotic body. 】
Dian's consciousness paused for a moment and said slowly: [The universe is so absurd that the body of chaos chose a believer of order. I don’t even know whether to call it a variable or a fate. 】
An Yu walked quietly deeper into the ruins until the cross that looked like a flawless white wall appeared in front of him.
His commander seemed to have turned into a sculpture, silently frozen on the cross.
He walked closer to the cross and looked up at the statue.
Maybe it's not a statue. The texture is the same as a real person, but the feeling that it seems to have been frozen in time can make people mistake it for a statue.
When he raised his head, the statue's gaze seemed to turn its angle and fell quietly into his eyes.
"Sir."
Crossing this ravine made his voice hoarse even more, and he could no longer hear the original voice at all.
An Yu cleared his throat, sat down on the ground next to the cross, raised his head and looked piously at the statue staring at him from above.
"Dian said that the Chaos Body is almost complete, and the four of us can already merge. I said I was unwilling before, but now I want to change my mind, because Zhao Ran told me that if you are captured by Chaos, you will become very ugly. Ugly It's a mess. You and I don't understand each other's language. I pulled you to talk about love, but you opened your mouth and sprayed sticky stuff all over me. I thought about it carefully, that was really terrifying. Ling Qiu said before that humans always overestimate My loyalty to my lover, ugliness, aging, poverty and illness will all wear away my love. I...I love you very much. Falling in love with you is a special and precious experience, and I don’t want to take the risk of losing it.”
"Furthermore, this world has produced too many ugly and bad things because of His division, which is annoying. I can accept living alone. After all, I have a lot of bread and savings now, but if I want to live alone in this kind of world, it seems... Means nothing."
"So... I think you're right, it's time to end."
An Yu and the statue looked at each other and blinked slightly.
Those golden eyes were ethereal and clear, still the same as when they first met Xueyuan.
Just not as vulnerable anymore.
But he seemed even sadder than when he was about to die.
"Dian said that after the integration, you will most likely die, so this may be our farewell."
An Yu tried his best to clear his throat again, trying to make his voice clearer, "But maybe there is still a faint hope of life that I don't know where to find. I want to take a gamble. Although the chance of winning is very small, but-"
He paused and stared intently into the statue's eyes. After a long time, he finally lowered his head.
This tall cross makes him extremely small.
The silence made everything around him darken and everything was still.
Only the gaze from the statue above An Yu's head became a little gentle in the silence.
An Yu did not raise his head, but he felt that the statue seemed to be leaning toward him, wanting to press his head as before.
"Actually, I'm very resistant to taking risks, sir." His voice suddenly broke down and he said softly: "I have no confidence at all. I tried to find clues in my memories along the way to convince myself to be braver, but I couldn't think of anything. In the end, I only remembered what Ling Qiu once told me——"
He put his hands on the ground and knelt before the cross, with tears in his eyes.
"He who bets on his last chance of survival will not lose."
"When I was in Area 53, I forced myself to risk my life with these words. Only by saying these words repeatedly, did I finally get here step by step. Now, maybe I have to rely on these words and grit my teeth. Take the final step.”
The light above his head suddenly changed. When An Yu raised his head, the statue had leaned down from a high place and was half-kneeling on one knee in front of him.
Slowly, he raised a hand and touched his ear, touching the old scar behind the ear with his cold fingertips.
A familiar voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
[Don’t be afraid, and don’t regret it. Follow your own thoughts and move forward, don't look back. 】
An Yu was stunned, and the voice sighed softly.
The statue was right in front of him, no longer moving, but An Yu clearly felt being kissed.
Carefully, like kissing a treasure.
[In the past, I hoped that you would become the last corner of the world, but maybe you can only become my last corner. 】
"What?"
[Promise me to let mankind see the return of order. 】
"What about you?"
[I also have a small request. 】
The kiss seemed to follow his lips and go behind his ears. Qin Zhilu always liked to kiss him like this.
Kissing the old scar, An Yu even felt the similar scar on the corner of the officer's lips getting closer.
[My request is, whether I die or not, leave a small corner for me in your heart. 】
[Even if you have to turn back into a lonely little bread in the end, you must remember that you were once owned by me. 】
The moment two old scars touched, An Yu's entire consciousness and soul were shaken. The sense of existence of time and space suddenly occupied all his consciousness. He heard endless time flowing back and forth in a cycle, and layer after layer of space. The dead, twisted, and chaotic time and space stacked up and dispersed in front of his eyes, turning into white particles that vibrated in the universe in response to his thoughts.
He seemed to control the universe, yet he was embraced by the universe. In this infinite void, only he and Qin Zhilu shared loneliness and were eternally dependent on each other.
His consciousness faded away in an instant, and he saw the innocence rack again.
But this time, he also saw himself kneeling on the ground in front of the execution rack, looking up in worship.
The statue of Qin Zhilu leaned down from a high place, kneeling on the ground, with his upper body hanging in the air. The cross is like the outstretched wings of a god, and the man is enveloped in holiness, holding his cheeks and kissing his tears.
An Yu panicked for a moment and subconsciously wanted to call Dian, but did not receive a response deep in his consciousness.
But the moment he thought about it, the answer he wanted naturally penetrated into his consciousness.
He has begun to accept the Fusion, and thus is temporarily separated from that time and space.
There seemed to be a distant glance in the void, and it was only at this moment that An Yu finally realized his superiority - the omnipotent and omniscient existence that controlled time and space.
The depths of his consciousness shook violently, An Yu fell suddenly, opened his eyes, and found himself standing in a corridor.
The noisy people gradually broke into his ears, and he looked through the nearest door - it was a small apartment with seven or eight desks crammed in, and messy monitors and drawings filled the entire open space. More than a dozen people were arguing, the room was filled with smoke, and the cigarettes were almost burning up the drawings.
But the strongest smell of smoke and alcohol came from behind.
An Yu turned around blankly, and saw a skinny man with a chicken coop sitting on the ground, surrounded by cigarette butts.
He raised his head and burped with red eyes, "The super-abnormal kindergarten is going to be over."
"Ah?" An Yu didn't react, "What?"
"I can't find any plot development points in Rabbit An. How could this be? A variable must be added to it! It can no longer act independently!" The man grabbed his hair and pushed it against the wall. Hit, "I'm such a useless screenwriter! I can't think of anything!"
An Yu was frightened by this operation and said nonchalantly: "Maverick? Doesn't Rabbit An have a CP?"
"CP?" The man turned around suddenly, "What CP? Are you talking about fandom? Why can't I find its fanfic on the entire Internet? The audience seems to think that this character should not have CP. Can the audience accept it? Does Rabbit An have CP?"
"Uh..." An Yu simply suspected that his memory was confused. He looked back into the small room and finally saw the trademark "Fuxi Animation" on the messy floor, so he tentatively said: "Yes... Only the octopus man, it..."
"Octopus man?" The man frowned and jumped up from the ground, "How can a rabbit engage in CP with an octopus? The rabbit will be suppressed by the octopus. The fans of Rabbit Ann are very poisonous, and it is impossible to accept that he is so weak... Wait, Can you tell me first what kind of octopus it is?"
An Yu was silent for a moment, "Do you have any paper?"
Ten minutes later, An Yu looked at the little octopus man on the white paper who looked exactly like 716 and put down his pencil.
He didn’t intentionally infringe on 716’s portrait rights. He could only draw 716’s face, and—in the real world, the octopus character looked exactly like 716.
"It probably looks like this." He paused, then reminded again, "It's a black octopus. It has some power in their world. It has a very cold personality, a bad temper, and is not very moral. But it treats rabbits well. Considered obedient.”
"A sense of contrast! This is a sense of contrast!" The man suddenly slapped his forehead, "It's over, I'm drunk, I think this is indeed the way? Wait! I'll discuss it with our head artist and adopt it. If so, I'll pay you and you wait and wait..."
An Yu watched as the man quickly ran into the room and slapped the pencil drawing he had just drawn based on 716 on the table.
Then the crowd started to cheer in astonishment, and a pink-haired woman immediately picked up the tablet.
The world in front of him gradually began to distort and deform, and his consciousness suddenly returned to the void.
