The almost crippled Black Sun travels along the long river of time and space to the future. The power of the ruler rolled in mid-air, as if he was about to wake up early.
Wu Hui held the remaining spine sword.
In the starry sky of the universe, the sword in his hand was surrounded by black smoke.
"That's my future? Become a demon? The destructive power is no weaker than the Black Death. No... the Black Death may have died many times in a billion years. But after it dies, those who absorb its power and become stronger will It has become the new Black Death. And if I absorb its power... it will only become more terrifying."
"When a dragon-slaying warrior kills an evil dragon, will he eventually become a new evil dragon?"
Wu Hui stood in the starry sky and was silent for a moment. Then hold on to the weapon.
"I won't."
Flames burned along the edge of the sword, and Wu Hui began to burn his future. The huge power gained in exchange did not go unused, and hit the master directly.
The Master's power has been recovered, and it seems that he is going to the future where he wakes up. Facing this ball of flame, even he had to avoid the edge for a while.
But he saw a tentacle grabbing him tightly and pulling him towards this era.
"Hahahahaha!" Du Ziming, who had just returned to normal after being separated from the game, laughed wildly. The connection was two-way. The master left a backdoor in his mind to control him, but he could also restrain the master.
It doesn't take long. In other words, time has no meaning in front of Wu Hui at this time.
Burn my future in exchange for a moment of power.
The sword blade cut out black and red flames, and the spine of the sword suddenly shattered, and the ruler was also severely injured in the long river of time and space in the distance, and he did not know whether he was dead or alive.
Wu Hui did not stop. Obviously, his future was not burned out at this moment.
At this time, there seems to be only one demon god who can be faced with swords and flames.
"Is this what the card player sees?" the playwright walked out with a smile.
After the Spine Sword shattered, Wu Hui pointed his sword at him in the starry sky. The playwright who always arranged everything behind the scenes finally had to step onto the stage.
"Since I want to burn the future, instead of wasting it, it's better to fight you demon gods before I burn out."
Wu Hui was very calm, but beneath his calmness was a strong fighting spirit. Liu Dangren and Du Ziming also floated to his side, preparing to fight together. The three of them worked side by side many times. This last battle before them should also be their action together.
However, the playwright just smiled and then raised his hand. Liu Dangren turned into a waste who could only sit in a wheelchair and burned his remains, and Du Ziming instantly shattered into a mess of tentacles.
"I can restore you to how you were before the game, or I can change you back."
The playwright said kindly: "It's not impossible to teach me a lesson, but I advise you to save your strength to deal with the masters."
"After the master is chopped down, he will not wake up for at least a million years." Wu Hui said: "The chess player is hiding and the gladiator is not here, so since I still have some strength left, I can only chop you down."
"A million years is a short time in the universe." The playwright said: "The best outcome for you is to hurt me and make me weaker for the next million years."
"But if you burn your future, your lifespan will be less than a thousand years. What will happen if the demon god Black Death Master Collector and others come back again? Who will protect civilization like you then?"
The playwright was questioning Wu Hui. Of course he was not scared and wanted Wu Hui to retreat. He was just curious about how Wu Hui would answer.
Wu Hui calmly held his sword, pointed at the playwright who arranged the legendary stories of the rise and fall of countless civilizations over billions of years, and said simply and calmly:
"The descendants will come when the time comes."
"As for what I can do, it is to make the work of future generations easier, so that we no longer need your charity to win."
The playwright looked at him as if he saw an ape-man holding a stone trying to make fire on a planet more than a billion years ago.
Then, civilization began to expand across the universe.
One billion years is not a long time for the universe. But civilization has spread throughout the starry sky. Just like a small spark, it looks inconspicuous, but it can cause a fire in the dry autumn grassland.
The ape who lit the fire later became the devil.
That is, the playwright himself.
In other words, it can be said that he is the ancestor of all civilizations and the origin of everything. He has made great contributions to the current prosperity of civilization. He was even the patron saint of civilization for a long time. It can be said that many civilizations in the universe are able to get rid of the Black Death because of his single-handed arrangement.
But at this moment, he has become the enemy standing opposite civilization. Because civilization has developed to a level where it does not want to be restrained by demons like them.
The playwright is not angry, but is very happy. If so many civilizations in the universe are beautiful works composed by him, then this is the time to rate this work personally.
The playwright takes great pleasure in recalling the past countless years. A work can become a true legend only when it exceeds the author's own expectations.
Today, Wu Hui and Liu Dangren are taking the lead in resisting. If they become demon gods in the future, new people will naturally appear to fight against them.
Maybe everyone will eventually become a demon as long as they don't die, playing tricks on all living beings. Like a playwright, from a guardian to not caring about life and death at all, only caring about whether it can bring fun to oneself.
If Wu Hui and Liu Dangren become demon gods, they may not become like this hundreds of millions of years later. Not to mention Du Ziming, it didn't take hundreds of millions of years for him to become like this.
But as long as civilization lasts, there will always be new people to resist.
So what if we can't achieve complete victory all at once? So what if you can't kill all the demons at once? What if I become the new devil?
As Wu Hui said.
What the predecessors have not finished will be done by the descendants.
Apart from anything else, even if I can't give much help to future generations, at least I can't become a hindrance to the demon god becoming them.
That's why Wu Hui wants to burn his future to eliminate a possible enemy for everyone, and kill the master, playwright and so on at the same time. If the gladiator player hadn't been around at this moment, Wu Hui would have definitely wanted to beat them both again.
But in fact, if nothing else, just dealing with a playwright is already very difficult.
The playwright immediately eliminated Wu Hui's two assistants.
This oldest demon god can be regarded as the number one demon god in all other aspects except that he cannot match the gladiator in a head-to-head duel.
Wu Hui himself did not even think about killing the playwright. He only hoped to cause long-term damage to the playwright before burning out. The playwright shook his head at this, because it is difficult to win when facing yourself with such a mentality.
Moreover, if you just injured me, how could it be worthy of the ending of such a grand drama?
But it is impossible for the playwright to let loose at this time. It is an insult to the drama and an insult to Wu Hui.
Countless stories and countless pictures unfold behind the playwright.
Countless heroes appear.
There are primitive people holding stones, young people holding books, gunmen in windbreakers, magicians chanting spells...
Those are the people who have launched an attack on the Demon God. No matter whether they win or lose in the end, at least they have the courage to take action. And caused some damage to the devil.
It can be said that these people are Wu Hui's seniors.
It is also an image intercepted by the playwright from endless time and space, which is equivalent to a summoned object.
Facing the attacks from his seniors, Wu Hui stood alone in the starry sky, a flame burning silently. The blade of the sword was swung, breaking stones, and the hard-top magic attacks and bullets came directly from the playwright's body.
A future that can become a demon can burn for a long, long time. Can be very powerful.
Wu Hui burst out of the flames, with a pair of wings spread out behind him. They were fireworks butterflies from Diewu. At the same time, his footsteps flashed and he entered an unknown time and space.
On the network of time and space nodes, countless Wu Hui and playwrights confront each other. Flowers, sword lights, and countless summons spread everywhere.
The playwright has countless stories to answer. At the same time, he used the timeline as a string to play music, turning Wu Hui's attack invisible.
They transcended three and four dimensions, transcended time and space, transcended the boundaries of reality and spirit, and competed in the endless space and time of the universe.
A Fangtian painted halberd swept past, and the sniper rifle fired again. The black dragon appears, and the eyes are imprisoned.
However, during the battle between the two of them, these specific tricks may not have much effect. The playwright strummed the strings in his hand and played the background music for this battle that spanned time and space.
He doesn't like to look into the future, but he can ask his future self to help him when needed.
One person plays, and a thousand playwrights from the future play together. Suddenly the background music of this showdown changed from solo to ensemble. Under the overlap, Wu Hui's timeline to victory was destroyed one by one.
And Wu Hui has burned out his future.
In this demon's realm, it can be said that he has no chance of victory at all. The playwright shook his head and expressed emotion and regret:
You are strong and worthy of admiration. In more than a billion years, you are the only one who has reached this level.
But after all, you are only one person, your teammates have fallen, and everything you have is burned out. As the oldest demon god, he was the first to raise a torch to the starry sky. The playwright is the closest thing to eternity and invincibility in the universe.
The Collector, the Black Death, the Overlord and the Black Sun, these demons can now be said to be dead, and their deaths were all controlled by the playwright.
He was able to kill so many demons just for dramatic effect. With such power and willfulness, he can be called the number one demon god, and even other demon gods are his toys. This is quite fair, almost treating everyone equally.
Although many people have resisted the devil since ancient times, few have targeted playwrights.
Because the playwright is very strong, and relative to his strength, the playwright's behavior is considered very harmless.
Everyone feels that they are not strong enough to deal with the masters of the Black Death, so there is no extra energy to deal with the playwright.
But, just today. Wu Hui's sword pointed at the demon god.
This is a situation that has never happened in billions of years.
Never seeing the ancients before and never seeing the coming ones again, Wu Hui was alone in contending with this demon.
Burn the future in exchange for the present...
But even if your most powerful future appears in front of you, you can't defeat this playwright.
In a one-on-one duel, the playwright could not beat the gladiator, but the overall outcome was never lost to the playwright. Even if he was caught and beaten by a gladiator, it was still within the script.
If you want to pave the way for those who come after you, you probably won’t be able to do it alone.
The exhausted Wu Hui thought of many people.
Including King Xin, King Wu, Junqi, Chief Judge, Lao Liu, Ren Yin...
From seniors to companions, everything flashed through his mind.
Along the way, in order to get rid of the threat and oppression of the devil, countless people died in battle. Even if Wu Hui died today, he would not be special among them.
Well, it's kind of special, because he's the closest to being completely successful so far.
But Wu Hui believes that there will be someone closer to victory than himself in the future. So it's still not special.
It is because of the road paved by so many sacrifices and deaths that he is able to stand here. Confront the playwright, a demon that no one has really touched before.
Walking on a road paved with countless corpses. Wu Hui was unable to advance any further.
The extremely hard King Xin sword in his hand seemed to be full of gaps. Just like Wu Hui's body. He fought hard, but the result seemed to be that his future as a demon god was burned away.
The playwright manipulates the timeline, and countless forces from the future and past are superimposed, making fire seem harmless in front of him, which makes Wu Hui's plan to seriously injure the demon god fall short.
"What a pity." The playwright sighed: "This would have been a very good script."
"This script will be better than you imagine."
A strange weapon and a short and powerful word flew from the lower reaches of the long river of time.
Hits the playwright square in the chest.
Then one hand after another stretched out from further away.
There is magic, there are swords, there are bullets, and there are different things from various technologies. They come against the river of time and attack the playwright.
Wu Hui said that descendants will come when the time comes.
Now the descendants are here, but the distance is too far. There's not much they can do.
Only Xinwang Sword was held by Wu Hui.
His body was covered with traces of burning flames. Step forward. Under the restraint of countless attacks, the last flames of Xin Wangjian and Wu Hui pierced into the playwright's body together.
The playwright, whose body was obviously severely injured, suddenly smiled: "I don't like being spoiled, but this time it's not bad."
The mesh of space and time disappears. The playwright sees many things.
The Black Death is forever burned in the fire.
The Collector was dismantled and absorbed.
The master will be crushed to death by generations along the long river of time.
The card player is a smart man, he is the first to compromise with civilization. As for the gladiators, they should fight to the end.
As for him, the playwright.
From now on, just be a bystander. The actors and the audience were tired of reading the scripts he composed.
The two returned to the present moment from the mesh of time and space.
The fire went out.
The flames on Wu Hui's remains were gone. It only left him with countless scars and gaps.
He stood there so small compared to the universe and the flow of time.
But it seems like an eternal monument.
"It should be the last few chapters of the main text. It may be the second to last or third to last chapter. Four thousand words in a chapter is considered rare for me. However, the last volume is still a little shorter than I expected, probably shorter than It's probably a few thousand words shorter.
As expected, I still have flaws in controlling rhythm.”
