Five seconds.
The second hand strikes.
Click.
In the frozen scene, Ishtar raised his right arm high, and the monstrous flood rushed into the sky, while his bloodless face was filled with anger. A tentacle covered with filth was embedded in his chest, but it could not get even half an inch due to a diamond-like halo.
Holding the tower shield, Don Quixote bent down, and the black sharp thorn penetrated the barrier, but stopped in front of the guardian shield. There was only a look of chilling expression on his sassy face. Don Quixote's eyes were fixed on Falsehood, but her defense did not deflect from Eluma at all.
The Knights Templar have already set up a posture. Like a torrent of steel, they are like a sharp giant spear, nailing those evil spirits who want to cross them to the spot. In one day, they lost their best captain and their best general, but they did not lose the courage and glory that Christine brought them.
False tentacles were everywhere, his anger and fear were mixed together, and his hell-like pupils were filled with absurd colors. He didn't understand why humans organized a counterattack so quickly, and he couldn't understand why they dared to face themselves and the existence they couldn't fight against.
Even weirdos who are born with power can't resist me, so why do you?
Three seconds.
The second hand moves.
Click.
Falsely long mouthparts, in which turbid corrosive liquid condenses. He just wants to kill these humans now, kill these humans who dare to challenge the ancient gods. As long as he kills them, he will still have a chance to become the God of Literature.
Eluma closed her eyes tightly. She could feel how brutal the fighting on the battlefield was, and she could also feel Don Quixote's dull cry when he was stabbed in the chest. While she just stood there quietly, her long blue dress was like a bright pearl in this land full of blood and blades, giving everyone spiritual strength.
This is not a moment of despair.
Two seconds.
Click.
Strong acid with a dizzying smell burst out from the false mouthparts, and everyone could see the rotten smell in it.
"Array!!!"
No one chooses to retreat, and no one chooses to avoid it. They didn't look back, but they saw Eluma, the girl holding a scepter and a clock, waiting for the last moment to arrive.
They could see that outside the real world, a brave man named Zhou Li was looking for hope.
The Templar Legion had already laid out their posture. They raised their heads and glared at the destructive and terrifying acid. The shields and swords in their hands radiated dazzling light. This was the most precious gift left to them by General Christine.
Don Quixote, holding the tower shield and standing on the front line, bowed slightly. She did not pray, nor was she cowardly. She just remembered that Zhou Li once told her that the virtue of a knight is to preserve oneself and deal with the enemy. Devotion is the stupidest behavior.
"Sorry, Mr. Zhou Li."
Parting his lips slightly, Don Quixote closed his eyes, and the emblem of the Guardian Shield began to glow with the luster of diamonds. Behind her, a hundred sworn knights stood in place, their beliefs united into one, condensed on the rose-like girl.
One second.
The acid corrosion caused the first Templar soldier to lose his arms, but he did not have any "instinct reaction". The young man in his twenties gritted his teeth and stared at the thing that was about to engulf him. The acid gave out its final roar.
Don Quixote's shield had been corroded with huge holes. A trace of acid completely disintegrated the gauntlet on her right arm, and white bones were exposed from the holes. She didn't feel pain or any pain. What she was doing now was to raise her shield to protect the girl behind her.
it's over.
Just when the acid was about to swallow up the Templars and corrode Don Quixote, time froze.
Cut, hurt, tear apart.
For the first time, False couldn't use words to describe what was happening in his body. All that was left in his mind was the tearing feeling that hit his soul. It was a hollow, painful echo that he couldn't hear clearly and didn't dare to hear clearly.
No, no!
False's huge body began to shrink rapidly, and the acid turned into a puddle of harmless sewage and fell to the ground. It shouted in terror, but it couldn't shout out a single word.
It began to fear and tremble. It didn't know what was happening to itself, and it didn't understand why it was in so much pain.
"Everything you do is wasted effort in vain."
Among the dark clouds, the golden sunlight penetrated the black curtain and fell on the earth. In Jordan, which has not seen the scorching sun for a long time, falsehood tears at his body, shouting silently in pain.
Zhou Li slowly walked out from the side, holding a pen in his hand, a pen with no power and only half filled with ink. He looked at the falsehood and said calmly: "Even if you really succeed, and you use the best human soul to write your own work, you still can't become the god of literature."
"Impossible! Impossible!"
Hearing these words, False suddenly trembled crazily. He stared at Zhou Li fiercely and shouted angrily: "As long as I complete the work, as long as I complete the work! I will be recognized by the literary authority, and I will become a literary figure." God! You’re lying to me, you’re lying to me!!”
"Do you know why you can never become a literary god?"
Xu Li was stunned by Zhou Li's sudden words. Just as he was about to refute, he caught a glimpse of the pen in Zhou Li's hand. Then, he seemed to understand something, as if he was struck by lightning.
"When you think that the essence of literature is falsehood and human self-deception, you have lost the qualification to be the god of literature."
Walking on the sun-paved stone road, Zhou Li's soft leather heels made a dull sound. He leaned down, with a false sense of panic in his eyes, and said calmly: "Real literature is love."
"impossible!"
Roaring, False is like a fox pretending to be a tiger, shouting in despair: "You humans are all selfish and full of hatred. You only know how to write empty fantasies in books, and you will always use your pen to communicate with others." Paper pours out its desires. The love you talk about is just your false kindness, disgusting! Disgusting!"
"The god of literature was born out of love for humanity and died out of love for humanity."
Putting the tip of the pen gently on False's body, Zhou Li looked at False, but the gentle man he had only met once appeared in his eyes.
"Literature is created by humans."
The pen pierced into False's heart. At the last moment, False understood the words in Zhou Li's mouth, and a gray color and deep despair appeared on his face. Because he finally understood that everything he did was just a joke.
The real god of literature is not Thomasin, nor himself.
It can only be human.
Because only human beings are complex, they have pure love, and they can also develop hatred because of love. They will write about the beauty of human nature in their books, as well as the ugliest aspects of human nature. They have virtues that make the gods ashamed, but they also have evils that make the devils tremble. They are the most complex creatures in the world, yet they are also the simplest.
When human beings pick up a pen and write the first words on paper, they will use their pure souls to build a colorful world called "literature".
Because they have always possessed a treasure called "love".
"Your life is only filthy falsehood and deception. You cannot understand what love is, and you cannot have an emotion called love for any existence."
Looking at the gradual loss of life, his face full of unwillingness and despair, Zhou Li wiped the pen in his hand and whispered softly: "You don't even love the words you wrote, why do you control literature?"
"Even if it is a tragedy, it must be a tragedy that the author loves."
The god of falsehood has lost his life.
The sun fell on the earth, people felt the warm touch, and the joy and sadness after the war were mixed together. They didn't burst into deafening cheers or cry wildly. They just stood there silently, saying nothing and doing nothing.
The Templar, whose arms had been corroded, had been kept alive by his comrades with life belts. He stared blankly at the empty streets in front of him. The false potholes and traces of corrosion around him reminded him that the war had happened. Everything around him was extremely silent at this time, and he felt peaceful on this street of the final battle.
it's over.
it's all over.
When Zhou Li came to Eluma, he said nothing, because when those sky-blue eyes that contained all the beauty in the world reflected his own figure, Zhou Li truly felt the existence of life.
He stepped forward and gently held Eluma's hand. The scepter was put aside, and the Book of Gaia was floating in the air. Zhou Li put the back of Eluma's hand against his forehead. The warmth that made him feel relieved allowed Zhou Li to remove all the burdens.
"Eluma..."
A dull, expectant voice sounded. The act of gambling with one's life by traveling through the soul of an ancient god made Zhou Li feel palpitated. But he had no regrets or any worries because he knew...
"I am always here."
Without caring about the blood on Zhou Li's body, he hugged Zhou Li into his arms. Eluma pressed against Zhou Li's cheek, and her voice fell gently into Zhou Li's heart like a clear spring. At this time, the Black Emperor's mist also became gentle, floating lightly around the two of them.
People's eyes focused on Eluma and Zhou Li. Their eyes were full of exhaustion, but they could not hide their pure reverence. Whether it's Zhou Li who defeated the ancient god, or Eluma who turned the tide of the battle, they are heroes worthy of everyone's respect. They have sacrificed too much for this city that has nothing to do with them.
Putting her head next to Zhou Li's ear, Eluma said softly: "Istar and Gerost have gone to treatment. They are fine."
"Um."
"Kaya and Linghai have saved many people, so we should praise them."
"Will do."
"The command of the Al brothers and sisters and the Lin sisters protected many civilians."
"They're doing a great job."
"Don Quixote also went to treatment."
"good."
"We won."
"Yes, we won."
Raising his head and staring into Eluma's eyes, Zhou Li said firmly: "We won."
Holding Eluma's hand, Zhou Li turned around. He looked straight at the Jordanians who were covered in blood but with a glow on their faces. He swore an oath to everyone in a smooth voice that could be heard by everyone. .
"This is your victory."
"A victory for the Jordanian people."
When Zhou Li spoke, the soldiers and the crowd who were in a daze finally realized that they had defeated the terrifying ancient god.
victory…
"we won?"
"Won…"
Slowly, some voices came from the crowd. These voices gathered more and more. The crowd began to talk and cheers began to sound. After a while, the cheers resounded throughout Jordan.
Zhou Li and Eluma stood hand in hand among the crowd, and the sun fell on them, giving them a gentle halo. They closed their eyes and felt the boiling crowd and everything that was full of vitality.
Jordan, survived.
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A month has passed since the final battle. The Great Alliance has fallen, and the British and Southern governments quickly sent personnel to station in Jordan and took over most of the instructions.
When the first officials from Jordan arrived at the scene of the decisive battle, they were shocked by the tragic appearance of the street. It is difficult for them to imagine what happened to this city and what kind of war broke out on this street.
Ruins, corpses, grotesque and hideous corpses, countless wounded, an army that was almost completely wiped out, and professionals who suffered heavy casualties.
The city that was once known as the capital of professions is now nothing but an empty ruin. The remaining aura of the ancient gods and the corroded stone bricks reminded everyone that the brutality of that battle was far beyond their imagination.
Soon, they received the battle report given to them by Zhou Li. In the battle report, General Christine stopped the ancient gods from being false at the cost of their lives and prevented further disasters from spreading. The demon hunter Jeslot and the general Ishtar tried their best to trap the false in the streets. In the end, there were less than fifty people left in the Knights Templar, more than half of the city defense army was damaged, and the various professional unions suffered heavy losses as well.
But what surprised these officials was that, despite the horrors of the war, the number of civilian deaths was appallingly low. In this column, Zhou Li clearly gave the credit to the soldiers and professionals who participated in the defense war. Outside the battlefield, almost all Jordanian professionals consciously mobilized and built countless fortresses and passages. Saved everyone's lives.
The extent of the damage to that street was beyond description, and the reconstruction work gave these officials a headache. At this time, the assistance from the Lin sisters and the Ayr Chamber of Commerce made the officials feel like a treasure. Under the guidance of Zhou Li, the Joint Chamber of Commerce took over the task of reconstruction. At the same time, it also accepted the task of building a memorial park for this war.
The war that took place on August 9 was deeply imprinted on this city. In the coming days, the British and Southern governments will designate this day as "Jordan Disaster Relief Day" to commemorate the incident on Mink Street in Jordan. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers and people died in this war.
On this day, the whole country mourns.
