In a dark world, a fire lights up.

The steel stars fell from the sky, penetrated the atmosphere, broke through the darkness, burned, turned into sharp blades that pierced the world, broke the silence, and sprinkled burning fire in the darkness.

Light up those eyes that were shrouded in darkness.

Singing the melody of the past, continuing the mission of the past, following this will to fight to the end, the Nautilus sings loudly, spreading the waves, and wherever it goes, all the rebellious rhythms are put into it, and the killing is played. Gaia's Symphony. Qiqi's novels are first published on the whole network

Towards the steel tree between heaven and earth, to Gaia who wants to escape from the cage.

Nautilus roars out!

After the rift, a harsh hissing sound rose.

The two blood-stained palms forcibly opened the crack, and from it, a slender arm stretched out again, facing the nautilus, spreading out its five fingers!

Reject, reject, reject, reject!

Like a silent cry.

- Go away!

The mother of all phenomena, Gaia, who has given birth to countless creatures, actually resisted the return of the offspring for the first time in history, and wanted to keep this return and the destruction of itself out of the door!

Countless barriers emerged from the unfolded five fingers, and a complex structure that was thousands of times higher than the return to the ruins was created in an instant.

The infinite water color fills up to form a shield, the flames rise, the high temperature field expands rapidly, the rock turns into an iron wall, and the hurricane casts a high wall.

The four elements of ancient Greece were established in an instant at this moment, forming a pure framework that is not inferior to any creator. No, even the creator's framework is just a poor imitation of this mother earth's authority.

Now, when the four elements blend from the center, a brilliant golden light rises from it.

Overhead Matter Ether!

Or it can be said that it is the soil, or it is the mana, or it is the source of all things... This is the primordial substance that can derive all life and death in the world!

Now, the last ray of fetal membrane that nurtures all things forms a barrier, erected between heaven and earth, just to block the iron light falling from the sky!

But Nautilus did not stand still in the slightest!

"Forward! Forward! Forward!"

Above the bridge, all the operators shouted hoarsely.

In the hot air of the wheelhouse, in front of the screen in the corridor, in the empty weapons warehouse, the middle-aged people cheering with their wine bottles high, the young people shouting, and even standing with their hands behind their backs, standing in the corner waiting quietly. old man.

Everyone has clenched their fists.

He didn't care about the impending destruction, but stared at his enemies with wide eyes.

accelerate!

They are still accelerating.

Towards the enemy, towards your own destruction!

In this short snap of fingers, across the long distance between the sky and the earth, piercing the darkness, the burning nautilus pierced into the field filled with high heat, pierced through the hurricane, defeated the water and light, it will be worthless A mention of the iron wall shattered.

Then, it slammed into the wall of the ether!

The high-pitched roar swept the whole world, and the suddenly rising fire light ignited the night sky again. In the dazzling light, countless sparks flew.

Violent shocks swept through the entire Nautilus, and the sound of explosions could not be heard for a while, and just under the broken armor of returning to the ruins, firelights rose and spewed out.

The keel whined, twisted.

But at the rear of the battleship, the gushing flames were not extinguished, but became more and more high-pitched.

In the Nemo engine, the sound of the tide turned into a roar, swallowing a huge amount of source material, and the speed of the self climbed to the highest peak that no engineer had expected.

Above the etheric barrier, a tiny crack quietly emerged!

In the shackles of the World Tree, the raised palm trembled violently, cracks appeared between the five fingers, and strands of blood seeped out.

Do your best to maintain the integrity of the etheric barrier!

Don't let the straw that broke the camel fall...

Inside the bridge, amid the harsh siren, Huai Shi looked up from the broken instrument, blood poured out of his nose and mouth, and he coughed violently.

"It's just going home, there's no need to hate me so much, right?" He panted and laughed at himself: "You didn't even let me in?

Are all the parents in the world the same? "

Gaia hissed.

Like anger, no mercy and tenderness.

And Huai Shi raised his palm again from the wreckage.

Towards the location of the World Tree.

It was as if he wanted to grab the hand that came out of the crack.

"do not be angry."

Huai Shi clenched his five fingers and told him across the screen, "I have a gift for you—"

"Among them, the anger of being abandoned," he said.

The phantom of the giant bull emerged from the nautilus, and the fire of anger rekindled!

"The grief of being homeless."

The pitch-black python swam out of the ruins, wrapped around the battleship, and neighed silently.

"Extend one's compassion to others."

The silhouette of the white deer came out of the void, stepping on countless rapidly growing plants and flowers, looking back and staring.

"Virtues on which to live."

The horses neighed and descended in a dazzling and solemn glow.

"The pain of struggling alone."

In the bottom warehouse, Bechymos once again propped up his body, devoured all the power of hell, and blessed all the shocks on the Nautilus.

"Remorse for the cruel world."

Crows neighed, countless iron lights emerged from the darkness, and the spreading blood adhered to the ship, causing the huge battleship to grow again—

"Finally, there are my own choices, family and responsibilities!"

The sea was surging, the sound of the tide reverberated, and in the Nemo engine, the giant whale of Afang made waves, pinning its endless quality on this warship that turned into a sharp blade!

"That's all I have—"

Huai Shi stared at the elements of destruction in front of him and told him:

"Now, I'm so humble, please accept it with a smile."

At that moment, the battleship shrouded in splendid flames suddenly rushed forward!

In the high-pitched singing, he nailed into the wall of ether, penetrated the last block in front of him, sprayed infinite flames, and stabbed the tree of the world little by little!

"▇▇▇▇!!!!"

In the harsh voice, there seemed to be some words echoing, which were difficult to distinguish and inaudible.

But no one cares anymore.

At this moment, just in front of Gaia's palm, only the roar from the Nautilus reverberated throughout the world.

Countless cracks quickly spread on the wall of the ether, until finally, it collapsed.

Bravely run through this final block, move forward!

The battleship that entrusted all its strength collided with that palm.

The raised palm was quickly twisted, and the five fingers were broken.

In the mournful call, Gaia firmly withstood the last force, stalemate with the destruction so close at hand, and futilely delayed the time limit for the last weight to fall——

But at that moment, Huai Shi fell into a trance for no reason.

The operation of thinking seems to be temporarily stagnant as a vaccine.

The sound of birds chirping sounded from his ears.

so far away.

so clear-

He couldn't help but turn his head and looked behind him, at the end of the earth... that ray of light that flew by.

No, there is no light.

It was just a hallucination of his own, and his soul told him that something was happening, that something was happening that couldn't be seen with the naked eye.

Someone walked slowly beside him.

When the moment passed by, he stopped and patted his shoulder.

Full of gratitude.

Sent a final goodbye.

"Thank you, Huai Shi."

A familiar voice echoed in his soul.

The non-existent phantom light, the free birds, and even the sound of the wind when some kind of behemoth passed by him, were really blowing his face.

At that moment, he finally caught a glimpse of the fleeting silhouette.

The old man with the sword was straight and dignified.

Scattered white hair fluttered in the wind.

Like a rising flame.

Juggernaut?

That's... Shangquan!

he died?

Or... is he still alive?

At that moment, towards Gaia, Kamizumi drew his sword.

.

.

Longer ago.

When the outsider king smashed Shangquan's head with a punch, he turned and left indifferently.

However, Tangtang was extremely skilled in martial arts in this world. After walking out, his footsteps were unbelievable and stagnated in place.

There was a slight whisper in the wind.

Just under his feet, the sharp blade that fell into the soil was trembling, screaming, and blood slipped from the blade like tears, telling the remaining grudge.

One after another cracks spread out from above the blade.

Just like that, in the wind, it turned into fly ash.

But behind the outsider king, in the empty air, there was something that made the frozen soul tremble.

Something that not even death can destroy!

When the icy wind blew from afar, blurred outlines were revealed like an illusion in the flashing light of lightning at the end of the night sky.

fleeting.

It was like a figure standing with hands tied.

Like a young man, like a strong man, like a rickety old man.

The remnants in the wind are changing.

Only that pair of clear eyes has never had any wavering and haze.

It's not a ghost, and it doesn't have a source quality.

Just pure obsession.

But when the bubble-like scar lifted his face and looked forward, a chill like a awning on his back emerged from the heart of the outsider king.

"Is this the so-called... Sword Saint's ultimate intention?"

The outsider king looked at the opponent in front of him intently, full of surprise: "It's really eye-opening!"

Even after the body and soul are completely destroyed, it can continue to survive.

But what is left?

Incomprehensible.

Even in the abyss, in countless hells, such wonders have never been witnessed.

In this world, such an unreasonable thing actually exists?

At this moment, in front of him, there is only a bubble of nothingness. Obviously there is no difference between the illusion and the illusion, but it brings real coercion, even more than before!

The bubbles are growing rapidly.

gradually solidified.

It was like recasting itself, collecting the death and destruction floating in this shard. The more destruction and death swallowed, the clearer the ethereal illusion!

The Outlander King did nothing.

not interfere.

just waiting.

Until the sudden swordsman woke up again, looked at the front, full of doubts:

"Why didn't you stop me, senior?"

"Why stop it?"

The outsider king sat cross-legged on the ground~lightnovelpub.net~ with both hands on his knees, those turbid pupils were filled with ecstasy and anticipation: "I want to fight you!"

"But I've already lost."

Shangquan smiled freely: "If you couldn't win during your lifetime, could it be different after you die - you won, senior, you faced me uprightly and won.

Or, do you think it will be different now? "

The outsider king was stunned, looking at everything in front of him, as if he had discerned something. Disappointment, regret, remorse, and anger gradually flashed from his eyes.

How could such a precious achievement be wasted so extravagantly?

"Why are you obsessed!"

The outsider king angrily rebuked: "You are different, Shangquan, you should understand—"

From the moment you hold the sword, no, from birth, long before you cry, when the first ray of consciousness sprouts from your mother's gestation, you should understand!

You are different from those 'living creatures'!

You have talent, you are just like me!

"You still have a chance, Shangquan."

The last invitation from the heretic king: "Come to me, you can have eternal life, just like me. You will have infinite time!"

Shangquan did not speak.

Just silent, overlooking the mighty war between heaven and earth in the distance.

For a long time, for a long time.

Suddenly he asked, "What about eternal life?"

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the war that dominated the direction of the world.

Looking at the flame of the inaccessible mother, the blazing light of Osiris, and even the last sacrifice of Fuso and the figure of the nautilus falling like a star.

It was as if he had tried his best to climb the top of the mountain, but he could see the endless world in the distance.

I don't know if I should be satisfied with this, or I should be disappointed.