Above Destiny

Chapter 507 Choice
Instantly, there was dead silence.

The moment Ji Jue turned the pistol in his hand and handed it over, the originally crowded crowd seemed to be disturbed for a moment, and looking back, it was as if what was pointing at them was not the handle of the gun, but the dark barrel.

No, even better than a gun barrel...

For a moment, those completely different faces froze for a moment, as if they had not yet reacted, and as if they had not had time to understand the meaning behind this good news.

Opportunity, turning point, dawn, redemption.

It doesn't matter what you call it.

Sometimes, when such a crucial moment comes before us, the first thing people feel in their hearts is not relief or ecstasy, but... fear.

Fearful, uneasy, and shaken.

Something emerged in those empty pupils.

What if this is false?
After escaping a disaster, I unexpectedly received such a pleasant surprise. Everything seemed too good to be true, yet so close.

But, what if this is true?
The moment this thought appeared in my mind, the urge to try it out suddenly froze and disappeared.

There was only an eerie silence.

After getting used to repeated failures and surrenders, repeated escapes and endless wanderings, the suffering people will repeatedly tell themselves that we just lack the blessing of the Lord, the same opportunities, and the necessary conditions...

Even, giving up on oneself.

But now, when such an opportunity is presented to them, they realize that from now on, they may no longer have an excuse to lose.

Then, there is no more excuse for losing.

Even if there really is the power to kill angels in front of him, the little precious light can only illuminate the expanding darkness and an even more terrifying future.

Besides, even if I could kill the angel, so what?
The disparity between us and the enemy is still despairingly huge. The rebels, like stray dogs, are not even a drop in the ocean. After fleeing for so long, do they really have the confidence to grasp their weapons and fight such a war that seems to have no end?
Even, do I still have a chance...

surrender?

At that moment, among the crowd, Linka raised her hand without hesitation.

Ji Jue turned a blind eye, even though she waved repeatedly and shouted her name, he still turned a deaf ear. This was not the place where she was needed, nor did she need to perform miracles.

During the few seconds of delay and silence, Ji Jue remained expressionless, but it was not surprising. There were too many people who were frightened, too many people who wanted to escape from reality... Even in this dream, they still had childish fantasies and found it difficult to face despair.

But the stiff crowd suddenly surged up, and while some people stood stiffly in place, more people squeezed forward without thinking, shouting, raising their hands and waving them continuously, eager to attract Ji Jue's attention.

And just then, a hunched and short figure suddenly emerged, fell to the ground, got up again, and moved forward using his hands and feet.

He used all his strength to push away the person in front of him, and even without any respect or reserve, he crossed the original boundary and staggered onto the stage.

On his young face, there was still traces of nosebleed from the fall, and his stitched arm was obviously not his own, as several fingers were missing.

The young man decisively stretched out his hand towards him, almost asking for it:

"I come!"

That rough and hoarse tone was filled with a lack of manners and rudeness, as well as an urgency that seemed to be burning with fire.

It has to be me!

It has to be me.

Because, if it’s not me, it won’t work!
That look...

"Okay."

Ji Jue grinned silently and put the pistol into his hand, not caring about the offense in his tone. He even taught him step by step how to stand firmly and get into position, and then pulled the hammer for him personally.

"Really, have you figured it out, kid?"

He lowered his head and whispered in the boy's ear: "You understand what you are doing, right?

After this shot is fired, Tiancheng will never tolerate you. Even if you lose in the future, escape by chance, or surrender, even if you make great contributions to them, you can only burn in the border prison forever. "

For a moment, the boy's wrist holding the gun seemed to tremble, but it was barely noticeable.

But then, veins popped up.

"Why? Didn't they burn it in the prison?"

The boy turned around violently, looked at him and questioned.

Then, decisively, he pulled the trigger!

Again, again, and again - a thrilling roar suddenly erupted, causing the entire camp to suddenly stagnate, and in the aftermath of the roar that dissipated, besides the clicking sound of the idling cylinder, there was only a nearly desperate wail.

From the wreckage of an angel—

A tiny bullet penetrated the indestructible body, just like a red-hot steel needle, easily piercing the bubble of fantasy.

Then, fine cracks suddenly spread and expanded, covering the entire body.

The shrill wails spread, and the broken pupils suddenly widened. After the last ray of light disappeared, only the emptiness like a dead fish remained.

The collapse that could be seen with the naked eye began, but then it was swallowed up and covered by the wriggling silver light, turning into a sculpture of death, standing in front of everyone.

He, or it, is dead.

At this moment, in the silence, everyone stared at the scene in front of them in a daze. Then, they couldn't help cheering and shouting, roaring hoarsely, and even waving their arms hysterically, tears streaming down their faces.

The entire camp was almost boiling with excitement. Uncontrollable joy and happiness appeared on every face, although the astonishment had not yet disappeared.

Celebrate shouts.

It was like sparks spreading out in the grass into a sea of ​​flames.

Amid the heated torrent of excitement and shouting, Ji Jue lowered his eyes and looked at the young man beside him, who was still holding the empty gun, his stiff fingers tightly on the trigger.

There was no joy or happiness. He just stared at the angel's corpse, as if waiting for it to get up again and fight it to the death again!
In those dark pupils, there was only deeper hatred and resentment, burning silently like a fire.

Ji Jue couldn't help but smile anymore.

She stroked his hair gently and patted his shoulder.

Turn around and leave.

What a fine piece of material and beautiful jade.

He began to look forward to it.

Half an hour later, in the chicken-foot house, Ji Jue unceremoniously occupied Lao Deng's workshop, claiming it as his own. He even picked and chose, and began to dislike the internal structure and the inconvenience of using it.

You've almost got that!

Bao Dacai rolled his eyes and watched Ji Jue rummaging through his bottles and jars without any hesitation. He quickly put the treasures he had accumulated over this period of time into his arms and hid them deeper.

But the furnace was too big to hide, so he had to use it.

only……

In the furnace, in the molten iron made from the angel's remains, there were wailing sounds, and faces kept rising and falling, merging with each other and forming strange shapes.

"Living Spirit Refined?"

He pointed and taunted without hesitation, "Oh my, you are so familiar with each other, I can't tell... I remember this is a taboo in the association, right?"

"It's funny, a Nirvana is telling me about taboos."

Ji Jue sneered without even turning his head: "I killed ministers and generals of the Federation, I killed emperors and princes, but I know that I am a good person..."

"Don't talk nonsense, why do you put such a big accusation on everyone you meet!" Bao Dacai started to be stubborn again, refusing to admit it and turning the tables: "Whether I have achieved Nirvana is another matter, but you are so familiar with this, tut tut tut, no one in the fucking abyss is as familiar with it as you are? Oh, it's just that there is no Supreme Good in this world. Maybe, with a little more blessing and more strength, even the greatest evil will come..."

"Then go report me."

Ji Jue rolled his eyes, straightened his chest, straightened his collar, and asked curiously, "Excuse me, are you going to report that I, the chief craftsman of this term of the association, the master craftsman of heaven, the new generation of pillars of the association hand-picked by old President Delong and President Gustav, have an affair with Yousui?"

"It's a good thing you didn't raise the banners of Yexian and Tianlu, otherwise I wouldn't have room to sit here."

Bao Dacai curled his lips and said, "If Jianyuan had one tenth of your hypocrisy, he wouldn't have run to Yousui. It's a pity that you are not one tenth as open-minded as him."

"Tianlu? Jianyuan? Who is that? I don't know him well. He sounds like a roadside resident."

Grass...

Bao Dacai was stunned and couldn't help but want to give a thumbs up. After all, he was Ye Xian's student and was good at bullying his teacher and destroying his ancestors. "I hope you dare to say that in front of them."

"Then the question is—"

Ji Jue smiled slightly, turned his head and asked: "How do you know, I didn't say it in front of them?"

"..."

Bao Dacai's expression twitched once, and then again, and he didn't want to talk anymore.

I'm so old now, and I suddenly realized for the first time that we are all just ashes, and as a result, the moral standards of craftsmen are also different...

Watching this bastard Ji Jue being picky and doing whatever he wants in this workshop that was created from his own dreams, throwing away all kinds of messy skills in different ways.

It just feels outrageous that the association’s excommunication team hasn’t come to Coast yet!

There was no other way. Ji Jue also wanted to use something normal, but there were no relevant files or underlying rules in this dream at all.

Directly operating with both hands can achieve the effect through transformation, but when it comes to alchemy skills involving soul manipulation, the simple, crude, fast and effective ones are often a little more common in the Deep World...

if not.

Otherwise, why not kill Lao Deng next to him first and see if he can drop some gold coins of Qi Tan Alchemy?
forget it.

Alchemy is something that has a certain affinity. Ji Jue knew with his heels that the affinity between him and Qi Tan Alchemy was definitely so low that it was so touching that it would make one cry.

Three elements and three supreme virtues, he has nothing to do with any of them!
"Hiss, this is too weird."

Bao Dacai came over and stared at the ray of phantom light that was gradually taking shape in the black flames and blood. He shook his head and said, "Who are you going to give this crazy thing to?"

"Well, I'm not sure yet." Ji Jue shrugged. "Come to think of it, I just met a nice young man. He's a little young, but he has a promising future."

The future can be expected?

Bao Dacai rolled his eyes. Is it your turn to say that others have a promising future? You are also a small fry!
But... Ji Jue now, I'm afraid no matter where he goes, he will not be treated as an ordinary craftsman. Regardless of the works he made, the corpses he stepped on, or the background behind him...

Even if there is a banquet in the association, we can move to the tables in the front.

As for the young man he mentioned...

He thought about it and tapped his forehead.

"That kid, I remember him."

"Is it very famous?" Ji Jue was curious.

"In an unpleasant way? That's for sure."

Bao Dacai shook his head: "He doesn't obey management, doesn't listen to others, often fights with others, and gets angry at the slightest provocation, just like a hedgehog.

At first everyone felt sorry for him, but later no one cared anymore and just let him fend for himself."

"Elaborate."

Ji Jue lowered his eyes and stared at the fire, waiting for the final purification to be completed.

(End of this chapter)